and: the poetry thread

[Caprice]

constant change of direction we find it has not died but dormant had not lost but stayed astrayed to the younger generation not knowing what to do, where to go, how to learn finding ourselves finding information for the benefit of progressing our musical world with the gifts from our musical past brought on by men and women who sacrificed to bring to us the beats of the wild, the un-tamed, the soul which has solidified into a monument being ready to be broken down spread out across the world once again for our friends confidants brothers and sisters to enjoy, bob their head, and dance to the rythym of our imagination, not by profit nor fame, not by envy nor greed we are the difference, the carriers of soul into the electronic sound.

let us not put our gifts to waste

put your money where your mouth is.

[Caprice]

yea, let this be a thread of poetry, let us spit our rhymes of our daily affairs into order like that of karl on his underworldlive



let us not ignore the obvious

[Andrea]

Ok, I give in...:)

science and fiction
can you feel the friction
I´m floating on wishes
can you feel my kisses

[Andrea]

Don´t tell me I will be the only one who´s posting here...

oblivion or not
I love you a lot
I don´t wanna hurt
just welcome you to Earth...


Speaking of being grounded...... :)

[Caprice]

spent two grounds in a daze stumbled and missed the race above my head things change serotonin backed and fueled again making plans, changing airways, the job has gone, the other was lost, new people old people helping me become a
newnewnew
person

:p

[unwound floors]

Sitting on an abandoned couch in the middle of the road underneath a bare sliver of new moon at four in the morning. Turning in on myself under your influence. Grey sky. City lights. You're laughing but I'm far away. Ask yourself: where is home?

[Andrea]

Flight Planning Centre - Briefing Information - Sigmet Europe says about
my home:
ESAA SIGMET 2 VALID 180800/181400 ESSA- ESAA SWEDEN FIR VA CLD FCST APRX SFC/FL200 S OF LINE N6300 E01200 N6750 E02350 FL200/FL350 BTN LINES N6300 E01200 N6750 E02350 AND N5900 E01100 N5930 E02100, FCST 1800Z VA CLD SFC/FL350 S OF LINE N6200 E01230 N6800 E02350=

and your home:
EGTT SIGMET 02 VALID 180800/181400 EGRR- EGTT LONDON FIR VA ERUPTION MT EYJAFJALLAJOKULL LOC N6338 W01937 VA CLD OBS 0800Z BLW FL280 ENTIRE FIR FCST 1200Z VA CLD BLW FL280 ENTIRE FIR=

SIGMET - Significant Meteorological Information
EGRR-EGTT - notation, including EGSC (Cambridge Airport) and EGSS (Stansted Airport) among others
FIR - Flight Information Region
VA - Volcanic Ash
CLD - Cloud

and everything is dirty and ...

[Caprice]

information, constants, and the little bugs, crawlin up my sink to make me shrug he said to me yesterday not far gone one/two hits and you'll be good along, and...she's comin back today reverb in next yesterday and the jobs in, fightin letting it pass 2months to go before i stumble again. all my cryin done because when one thing dies,

another one arrives....

andd

[jOHN rODRIGUEZ]

I have yet to take my daily dump
Oh how I long to drop that lump
much like an idiodeenation
I think I gots constipation
Oh but when that moment happens
I'll hear angels singin' and clappin'

[Caprice]

and dancing and singing blue from the toilet in your mouth.

sitting aside gave a grey day up for the cherry blossoms of my life in how it becomes tactile ducks all around.

all around.

reading about they feed me happiness and joy, camaraderie and solace.


la la la la la la

[Andrea]

red deal, white deal
I´m old-fashioned no sex before marriage she said on-my-way-home-I-saw-the-6th-wheel
You still
Keep me in stitches
And original singing

the spirit in our veins is full speed ahead
we´re losing count but never our head
feeling your deep red feeling your pink
wealthy in our precious thing -
L-O-V-E
Hello E.T.!

I met a child who found that thing
he was holding it in his hand
but what he saw beyond the ping
he just couldn´t understand -
L-O-V-E
is it E.T.?

no value of love just sun and steel?
and how about those things we feel?
every day you show me it´s real
a feeling stronger than steel, to heal -
L-O-V-E
for some it´s E.T.

we never cry when we fly
we never kill and never die
1000 feet and above is so beautiful
from outer space the pain is invisible -
L-O-V-E
Dear friend E.T.!

dressed or not
we love you a lot
we don´t wanna hurt
just welcome you to Earth

U.F.O phenomena
on Planet Earth is so bizarre -
L-O-V-E
I miss you E.T.!

Like a desert miss the rain
golden wedding
rain

dressed
you
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/38/l_acc037c305400f1692db0739e5b15296.jpg

dressed
me the mannequin
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/137/l_3baf9e83756b400d8f0761d04845a22f.jpg

in stitches
L.O.V.E
M.E.
in stitches...

[Andrea]

http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/144/l_472b44cb6ee24019a910f60831f27bf1.jpg

[Caprice]

[superb to say the least!!!]

going, walking, to my job, after the mess 2 weeks past the levels throbbed back to normal as i feel my body fit once again in its shell of acquiescence. DRUGS! "alright subscriber its time-to-rough you up!"
laid off once again a full nights rest some o-raannnge juice and feelin the vibes once again. can't repel. no i can't repel.
the dangers thought wrought upon my head. its ok

for better men than i have lived a full life

[Andrea]

better men...
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/142/l_32e1c5a02ec34dc7a68f52d84e5370d4.jpg

[Andrea]

split the breeze in a breeze
bumpy road
ashy road
power never freeze

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=104506782

[Andrea]

http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/127/l_6dfa90f0de524f7b818d23f5a6e8151f.jpg

...or was it Cinderella?

[Caprice]

akin to the old ways messed up side my wake up head
a single shot to the blood thickens and quickens my patterns of perception. thinking of how, not why but how, do we change, over the times and times these crystal fallings from the sky warm it is now
warmer and warmer are my eyes
overheating never felt so interesting.

http://homes.bio.psu.edu/people/faculty/strauss/anatomy/nerv/pics/External%20Right%20Eye.jpg

[//\/\/]

the old oak.
broke.

[Andrea]

Koka soppa på en spik (Swedish) - Make a lot out of nothing (English)

koka - cook, simmer, boil
soppa - soup
på - on
en - one
spik - spike

Silence á la hi-fi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcHnL7aS64Y

[thee carp dreamer]

An exceedingly fat friend of mine
When asked at what hour he would dine
Replied, “At eleven,
At three, five and seven,
And eighth and a quarter past nine.”

[Andrea]

dot

[Caprice]

alabaster salt

[Andrea]

dandelion (English) - kutyatej (Hungarian)

kutya - dog
tej - milk

and finally the dance
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZMVM42-CgU4&feature=related

...do you love me_eeee
do you love me_eeee...


keep your eyes on the bottle...

håll - keep
blicken - eyes
alltid - always
riktad - pointed
på - on
flaskorna - the bottles
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/126/l_c6dd75cc4af34afdbe1fd93e02fe049b.jpg

[Caprice]

a whiskey flask whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, but now bourbon, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, sweet and savory bourbon from the Four Roses of our lives, delicious, refreshing, brown, and real

real

realreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreelre alreelrealreelrealreelrealreelrealreel

dogmatic sister and brother and child, where have we gone, where do we sit, why do we ask, ask

flask

[jOHN rODRIGUEZ]

mask
.
.
.
.
task

[holden]

post.

[Andrea]

...is there nothing there...

Some run on sunlight
Some run on dark and dirt
Saw them be frozen
Till they could not hurt

Shining light - the hope
Through the thickest ice
But light moves slowly
what a nice surprise

But don’t fear the heat
Melting icy emotion
Get ready to float
Cos´ love is a big ocean

And don’t fear the sea
It has plenty of drive
Oxygen is what you need
So go deeper, learn to dive

Don´t fear the visions
Higher than Kilimanjaro
The Erath is still spinning
Like a perfect gyro

Sick of it? Hey! Isn´t it nice
all the the sugar all the spice
Life is like walking
on fire and ice

Me? I´m just nothing
with plenty of drive
Now I´m playing dice
OK, I´m not denying
I have a minor vice

Some run on sunlight
Some run on dark and dirt
Some run on nothing at all
Something tells me to not judge them
´Cos some say God lives in us all

[Caprice]

coast.....
down the roadddd


sista

[Andrea]

brotha
I love you

[Caprice]

yea(ay)

the smelly and old city strikes a breeze through the door, pulverizing my senses into this realm of hello.
i comfort through breath and enjoyment of these smells, onto, and onto, learning what is not mine. what belongs to everyone. but what belongs not to the one who wants not. the un-justifiable. i don't believe, no more in anything so strongly, cept these words that fall

into
into

oblivion (wish(tch)craft)

i shudder not.
i cry not.
i make no mistake to damage the fragile.
i learn to love.
love love love,

thee unlovable

[Andrea]

...and the rainyday

http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/123/l_7d2eaf3e6d30474da9cedef5b0b878ca.jpg

[Caprice]

dilemma deuce

http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/images/ency/fullsize/19708.jpg

[Andrea]

green vibes... ha
you don´t wanna hear me sing that one
ok, it´s kinda embarrassing but it´s many years since I left the choir to be honest :D

and in Sweden it´s called Prips Blå (Prips Blue)

green vibes...
alltid - always
lika - the same, just as much
uppfriskande - refreshing

http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/140/l_d68dc133b8c74bb396fad5d850cdd939.jpg

[Andrea]

gay time

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=104738919

[Caprice]

nay, it is not so bad. finished my piece and im enthralled in the madness! enthralled i say!

[Andrea]

ladies and gentlemen and players
in the madness
every day
twice at least
whatever weather we may have
we gliding on blacktop and redtop
mead-land Agrostis Gigantea
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=104757395
no, I don´t even smoke :D

[Caprice]

serene, peace,
and lovely lovely lovely

the rain has passed and no more won. sunshine and warmth throughout my lungs. now the routine, thats the trick to be had.

[Andrea]

"Alright, praise the science.
Vicious is the sight, but deepness is the beauty"

http://worldsstrongestlibrarian.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/050405_einstein_tongue.widec.jpg

[Steven Beck]

http://www.solutionsforvaginalprolapse.com/assets/images/diagram-enterocele2.jpg

Two's company and three's a crowd.

[Andrea]

The sad Prince with the Acne: I´m sorry...
Cinderella wet with tears: Never mind, I didn´t like that shoe anyway

http://shop.acnestudios.com/shop/women/shoes/asteria-1-s-s-10-31598.html


(God! This is better than sex... :D:D:D
Thank you!)

[Caprice]

kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka kafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafkakafka

[Andrea]

Hips are ready
Bunny is whistling
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/146/l_13e2fc49d9ab497190269a435f5526aa.jpg

[Andrea]

God Bless
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/60/l_433e801325f9430b8949f4cc94977ffd.jpg

[Caprice]

and it changes, changes again, flatmates abroad and not bound by lease but by friendship. an interesting row, commitment together, month per month, in an ordinary lackluster holiday of a summer.

for the moment of our lives...

[Andrea]

real thing

http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/4/l_7718a762436b4203b0dd3eb5a239957b.jpg

real thing

http://www.archiemiles.co.uk/Sycamore_Gallery.html

you feel

[Andrea]

Nut Cracker :D
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/151/l_e69e92abc10f4bb3856f5c289db1bda8.jpg

[//\/\/]

(God! This is better than sex... :D:D:D
Thank you!)

(you must be doing it wrong...)

[Andrea]

Sorry, I'm just an amateur.
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/41/l_fc7aeaa22db3417185ff5a10d2df0b6c.jpg

[Andrea]

...and some say I´m always late
I´m in the sun
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/122/l_e7289ac613b047beaee746f89a8feafe.jpg

[bryantm3]

p

a living machine
feed us our dreams
as the bottle opens and hisses
that mysterious white mist
am i the only one who sees it?
it's like my little secret,
and also, i don't want anyone to ever tell me
that they've seen it, too
or tell me that my dreams are fetched far
because, perhaps they are
they could tell me
that mist is just compressed steam
condensing in reaction to the cold air
and they could tell me
that signs are meaningless
that things we take as a guiding light
are just dying fireflies in the night
they could tell me those things
but i would never believe
because without hope,
life is nothing but dreams.


-----

white tulip when?

you gave me a white tulip, make it true
the first and very final "i love you"
that your fragile hands make my sole reprieve
from an idle recount of history
that great things worth all their weight in pure gold
will no longer impart greed on our souls

yet doubt becomes me even further still
that these things been blessed may not be things willed
with the scientific minds in the world
that insist that mucus makes up a pearl
force thoughts of doubt of things in store for me
make me believe these things never shall be

oh, that you may prove these shallow thoughts wrong!
that whippoorwill sorrow turn into song!
lest times before mirror times yet to come
and lonely digits fail to make a sum
for we know few things to be always true
that the sun is yellow, and never blue
and that when those together come alive
we know two and two always equals five.


-----------


prehistoric sex

Pink pontiac lover
In fine time
Withdraws to leave a shattered window
The numbers, in unmemorizable combinations
Leave before they ever came
As a half cigarette still lit
Flies out the car window
And scatters dying red sparks into the air
That will never be seen again
Your armchair rhetoric, your bludgeoning cane
As your twinkle toes cream themselves all over your new Mohawk carpet
What did you say you were?
The stains around your mouth distracted me
I'm sorry, I must have missed it.
Come again?
Penny rolling across the floor
Out of the ears comes another mouth
And little, little fungi peel back the zest
On the orange never ate on the table never used
Fuck the drive-by, as the blood red taillights streak across your photo
As a perfect little heaven for all those who deserve it
Freshly mown grass thrown on the crunchy crunchy pile on the erased
FIngertips glide across the colours you used to own
Thinking of a deep voice
Dressed like a man
That beauty masqued but it was worth a laugh
Never regretted knees against the asbestos walls
Hearing that tone and waiting for the words to start sinking in
And hoping, and hoping, and hoping
That this flame will never go out.

[Caprice]

dazed to the goodbye.
dazed infernal eye

where it not wrought....

we are the dreamers divine night.

'


much luv.

[Andrea]

long haul
no ashes
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/120/l_ccbc18a22d2f4fa587082c98fd869acb.jpg
the journey

[Andrea]

vinyl-head
plastic fantastic
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=104718571&release=105847956

...thunder thunder lightning...

[Caprice]

and..
180gram never felt-so-good...


weighing in weighing out moved in, round once for cleaning, round two for cleaning, round three for disfruting la vida.

http://www.dreamhawk.com/7.htm

bon soir

[Andrea]

Suspect nr 6?
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/95/l_4378290e2f994fc49cdb0cd7beebe02d.jpg
Oh, noooo!!!

[Andrea]

why?
simply because some things never change I think :)
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/150/m_9c9aee52230c45179db636595d5ae18d.jpg

[//\/\/]

can
a mod

please

put this thread

in c

raft

where it belongs?

[Andrea]

done :)

[Andrea]

real life
real thing
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/123/l_7d2eaf3e6d30474da9cedef5b0b878ca.jpg
master craft
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/124/l_3e63387034b543eab360a7b055e3c17a.jpg
burn~up
each day
in the sun
in the streets
in the rain
in the dust
in real life
we trust

[//\/\/]

done :)

takk for det! :)

[Caprice]

robot arms.
robot swings.

rules and regulations.
as a precursor to the informal.
and a hindrance to the social.
it may just be the sanity. the sanity working to keep order.
to keep the world from going to pieces.
because we all need direction......
we all need direction
we all just need direction
we
we
we
fucking direction.

but the life-force says no. battling, scared, un-afraid, un-torn, confused...to what end?

no sense. no baggage. no understanding.

the position of the free

[Andrea]

a whiter shade of ivory, yellow, green and blue
beautiful colours in the dark, just for me and you

I´m just a glider on the lighter
Jumping runing
~to the Sun
Not a fighter or a writer
So don´t beat me just beat
~the drum

Fall light, lighter I´m so much brighter
When I see the light
~from the Sun
I´m climbing higher in my glider
I feel so lonely so I
~don´t run

I´m a glider not a writer
My favourite is a
~son of a gun
Not a fighter and so much brighter
But don´t beat him just beat
~the drum

I´m a glider and climbing higher
And still addicted
~to the Sun
See you later alligator
Don´t forget to
~have some fun!

a whiter shade of ivory, yellow, ink and blue
beautiful colours in the dark, just for me and you

[Andrea]

takk for det! :)

vi alla tackar
every day like...

Oh my Lord in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as in heaven as in cyberspace.
Give us today our daily bread and some nice music.
Forgive us our calibre and our bad English
as we forgive those who´s trying to make us dead wrong
Save us from the time of trial
and deliver us from the wicked evil
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours my Love
now and for ever clearer than ever.
AMen.

[Caprice]

the presentation of two jobs frustrates me in a subliminal way. yearning to leave away from this monotonous place i drink my coffee and wait for the want to subside. but when it doesn't. and you're lost in a dream, this fantasy dream, where the ideal of the 90's still exists in some parts of America, its hard pill to swallow knowing that we are that much further ahead in destroying our planet, in destroying ourselves.

culture changes
sometimes so fast your soul can't catch up.
it does though

[Andrea]

cut~both~ways
cut~it~fine
cut~the~price
cut~loose
cut~and~run
cut~back
cut~in
cut~out
cut~and~come~again
cut~coffee
cut~and~dry
a~cut~above~me
to~cut~down

[//\/\/]

vi alla tackar


men der, takker du ikke allah :confused:

[Andrea]

men der, takker du ikke allah :confused:

oh, I grown up in a country where religious education was strictly forbidden so I´m still trying to catch up with it.
There are so many Gods and so little leisure time.
But today I was reading about Amaterasu, Kannon :) and The four Dragon Kings (the divine rulers of the four seas) who live in crystal palaces, guarded by shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Amazing!:)

[Andrea]

Five-year-old - God, why does everybody call you God?
God - Because I have no name

Five-year-old - God, I tried to walk on water like you
God - Came off well?
Five-year-old - No, but I learned to swim

The Oak and the Birch - God, why do we have to change our foliage all the time?
God - Because I want to hear you speak
The Oak and the Birch - But we can´t speak
God - That´s why I need a lots of people

[Andrea]

Little things please little minds

Wanna touch it?

[Andrea]

----- Sound Levels -----

Type of sound --- dBspl (sound pressure level in decibel)

Highest possible sound level ---------------- 194

Jet engine ------------------------------------ 140

Pain-threshold (humans) -------------------- 125

Rock concert --------------------------------- 120

Airplane -------------------------------------- 110

Long exposure cause permanent injuries -- 90-95

Walkman on standard level ----------------- 94

Violin ----------------------------------------- 84-103

Conversation & traffic ----------------------- 60-70

Soft conversation ---------------------------- 40

Whisper -------------------------------------- 25

Watch/Clock --------------------------------- 10

Threshold (human hearing) ----------------- 0

------------------------------------------ ?

...and does it hurt?

[bryantm3]

the air between us is rife with things no one can see,
a tension where steel cables pull apart with a little twang like dental floss,
and the only thing that can hold on is that little glimmer of light that sparks and diffuses,
but never goes out,
as hermes races against time and space
knowing that even he cannot catch that little beam of light,
but he knows he can see it fading,
forever destined to sit in an abandoned parking lot,
as asphalt cracked by age and weeds
tell the tale of reunification
and the shadows begin to engulf the world into night
as the glowing taillights of your audi fade into the dim purple twilight.


i posted this already in bound but nobody read it. figured it would find more attention here.

[Andrea]

I saw it... :)

[Caprice]

in front of the screen days and days my eyes change and the phone rings every so often for me to tell them good day.

[unwound floors]

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2567/4189465691_3416d99a7b.jpg

Wrapped in the chill and silence of June, I find myself aching for long stretches of sunlit concrete and hourless, blurry days and nights. Today is for rain-streaked streets and my too-slim, miserable reflection in glass buildings watching me back from unrelentless grey (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErQqkl1di-A). I always seem to fold back into myself during the winter.

[Andrea]

Table heading : The Fake Ping

............................................ magic ............ garden ............ pink ........... ashy skies ............ spring ............ vein
a nice smell .................................................. .. X .................................................. .............. X
the smell of magic ..................... X .................................................. .............. X
can you feel it .................................................. ..................... X ........................................... X
the long arm of coincidences ... ... X ....................................... .................................................. ................... X

http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/132/l_414c3862e39846ac818cd05ddab7a445.jpg
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/136/l_cd0fea4858e94d3d8f734779881735c9.jpg

[Caprice]

gone today.
gone from it all.
this void, this terrible void.
what to fill it
what replaces it
what






nevermind that. i dont get down so easy. i dont fight so easy. where in all the world can it be

[Caprice]

hodge podge beautified zombie dreams knack for reeling jonesin' in my ear skin down zinc crawling floor lemon drops dangling like fish through and through ever essence of myrr in this little spikee of solo riff tast-tafic cant get enough of that stuff!

[Andrea]

Welcome to Nirvana where it smells like teen spirit

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TixE5HvE-PU

...or was it ten?...

[Andrea]

Pride of the morning

tickle the vanity
divine profanity
speakers´ corner
signpost order
give me a second
or why not give me five
pride of the morning is
the morning of the pride

I could never beat you
I just want to hide
love parks topsy-turvy
I think that I love Hyde
round in certain circles
no one can find the
raindrops that still
making rings around me

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f3/Hyde_park_tree.jpg/800px-Hyde_park_tree.jpg

[Andrea]

blow the organ not my mind :)
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/64/l_49247f3769684da08f00849e6a4ffb3b.jpg

[Caprice]

sobriety is best.

im tired of the headaches.

[Andrea]

Born Hungry in Hungary :)
kinda act of oblivion...
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/132/l_11ffd4b359a84f3fac193158b3f6cc76.jpg
...does that ring a bell?

and seriously, 45 years later some still wanna see my garden :p
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/150/l_3c2f4510c6ad4b7ab169c1f62d957be3.jpg

and my bell flowers
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/148/l_cf6c2f677a37487b9522ab1d7bd9d129.jpg

Mmmm Skyscraper....where are you?
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/116/l_59b75b23238d4096bf666758a951274b.jpg

Single piston
One big ocean
Me crazy?
Yes, maybe :D

[Andrea]

returning
from the other side
with joy

always :D

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=105428337

[Caprice]

my morning coffee greeted with two skies.

[Andrea]

Bon Appétit!

[Andrea]

rise up!
bang
my wet dream
your head
your pants
candy stripe
all over
all over...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rsit0U4oYCY&feature=related

[Caprice]

out my window lies a pool of black clouding every piece of life.
in my window stands the hazed inferno pit-well.

so, much, is , hap pen ing righh t

now.

[Andrea]

and he was sitting there
with patience
waited to be photographed
watched it cross the room again
then it turned around and left
he left

isn´t life just amazing sometimes
coincidences or miracle
is it your choice
ha ha
I just wanna play he said
the soundtrack to the game of the day
goes like
there is one bird in my house...
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/149/l_d76778f70e2d44aeac479e78eef5418b.jpg

NO KIDDING!

and he woke up from a dream
and heard something like a momma
and he smelled time
and parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
and it was smelling good
and pretty
and fit
and everything everything
and he felt better
a lot better



Oh, me? Thank you for asking...

[Andrea]

F2
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/142/l_2a44e0377e66439ebd56b7cf49481791.jpg
my friend EBITA
and me...

[Andrea]

...and who the deuce took the liberty of kissing my sleeping beauty?!
as bold as brass!

[unwound floors]

Today I am grateful so here is a list of things I love in this world.

I dig the sound of a good beat, turned up so loud I feel it vibrating through the floors. After my classes are done, I like to pick up a coffee and sit outside the Mathieson Library for a cigarette before I head home. My best friends are all beautiful creatures. Mangoes are my favourite fruit. I enjoy finishing off a long day by constructing an excellent playlist in iTunes, rolling a joint and lolling about on my laundry-covered bedroom floor. I like to delude myself into thinking I'm a good writer as I pour out my disjointed, messy poetics into the various notebooks I've amassed. I get off on the presence of enthusiastic and warm-hearted people. I enjoy daydreaming about my beautiful Philosophy lecturer (forearms, wide blue eyes, nice glasses, floppy blonde hair - oh) and tutor. I feel good when I break into darker places and go underground into the belly of the city, in drains and abandoned places where the light is thin and dust moves with me. I love Ableton and FL Studio and feeling the incomparably satisfying magic of letting a beat I've made loose through my speakers. I probably love you.

Do you love? And what do you love?

[Caprice]

its gorgeous
its gorgeous





its gorgeous.


heres to the infinity of the unknowing!

[bryantm3]

Today I am grateful so here is a list of things I love in this world.

I dig the sound of a good beat, turned up so loud I feel it vibrating through the floors. After my classes are done, I like to pick up a coffee and sit outside the Mathieson Library for a cigarette before I head home. My best friends are all beautiful creatures. Mangoes are my favourite fruit. I enjoy finishing off a long day by constructing an excellent playlist in iTunes, rolling a joint and lolling about on my laundry-covered bedroom floor. I like to delude myself into thinking I'm a good writer as I pour out my disjointed, messy poetics into the various notebooks I've amassed. I get off on the presence of enthusiastic and warm-hearted people. I enjoy daydreaming about my beautiful Philosophy lecturer (forearms, wide blue eyes, nice glasses, floppy blonde hair - oh) and tutor. I feel good when I break into darker places and go underground into the belly of the city, in drains and abandoned places where the light is thin and dust moves with me. I love Ableton and FL Studio and feeling the incomparably satisfying magic of letting a beat I've made loose through my speakers. I probably love you.

Do you love? And what do you love?

i really enjoyed that. those lyrics or poem, whichever you call it, it's alive. the words go into the brain and dance through the toes. i feel like i saw through your eyes for a minute there. you should seriously consider writing as a profession.

[Andrea]

what´s the name
of the game
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/63/l_cfcad5fb15f84de4b97d8f8fe124af37.jpg


I feel naked and embarrassed once again...
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/134/l_670d69f2003d4099ab711fd079375752.jpg

[Andrea]

along the freeway

a piece of headlight grass blacktop reed blacktop
power line pole
drainage blueweed a plastic can reed carton
power line pole
blacktop carcass small plastic can redtop
power line pole
a lost shoot of a wild rose from the other side blacktop
power line pole
a shoe concrete redtop reed
power line pole
grass a torn book grass a half plastic ball blueweed

Echium Vulgare...

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=105594447

along the freeway

I´m not a fighter
just trying to find my way back to my rape
Is it a sin my My Lord?

http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/56/l_062b34fccb0246769f32946ff5f22ff3.jpg

[Caprice]

i look to the void for answers that i never know. searching like a dog sniffing the unsmellable. why is this because answers are not found. being alone and lonely are two different, too different. when i say fuck all its like a magic is suppose to appear. i guess not with this awful rye. content/discontent someday i hope it all equals out. like it once did. so i can get back to the way it once was. or at least, something like it.

[ultradave]

...what is my reflection? but a copy of my reality.
i see my imperfection, and fail to see the vanity.
i close my eyes and start to breathe to escape myself and to be set free...

[Andrea]

and we celebrate the naked heat with clothes on
and we celebrate the sun because it refuses to go down
and we celebrate the time we give ourselves
and we celebrate the circles
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/149/l_982dc4c4ff584a67bd6fb5e3cfd2b4ff.jpg


....and now I´m thinking about the British pole and that ribbon and wonder....how long might it be?

[Andrea]

..and how could I know you got to be trilled
and not thrilled
...and how could I see you from a flyover
and not a crossroad
...and how could I sing through the wires
and not your ears

Oh Lord above the coastline
the one who drew the line
am I a dry pebble in a wet sand
a pebble in a sandbox on the beach
or am I facing the biggest ocean in the line


Hurt, the necessary feeling, right?

[Andrea]

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=105669476

I saw it surely between and on the rails
I saw it growing between the fingernails

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=105669489

...and do you think I knew
it was gentle and blue
30 000 endless coastlines so holy
http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/135/l_f18509f1a2c742dbb38ae4bb51647677.jpg

and even more endless for the lonely
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/129/l_324a0242ce7744f6b97fbf005e7830bc.jpg

[Andrea]

having the odd coffee together is the goodness of the coffee
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/144/l_b1c041bca4024c66a74199280abcc85e.jpg



turn the crank
what a feature
weaving in time
to the music
lovely creature
alive with music
true human nature

[ultradave]

i gaze upon the coastline with the wind in my hair and the mist upon my face...

now suddenly aware that i'm alone standing in the sand with a sea salty taste...

the ocean breeze is strong and my eyes are squinted yet my mind begins to flow...

watching the waves and the rise of the tide and i think about you again, why did you have to go?

[Andrea]

beautiful!!
may I continue.... :)

....at sweet stalls along the coastline
I´m standing with sea salt on my face
centuries later painfully aware that I´m alone
licking and feeling that sweet salty taste

notwithstanding thunderstorms or breezes
and eyes full of sand I have to make a stand
shall I live or shall I die in a world
where my love doesn´t wont to hold my hand

[Caprice]

someday i will get out of this place. and the taste of freedom will be so sweet. i feel i can hardly focus on the pressing issues, the issues my world here would have me see. my objective: to get out of dodge once again. this time dodge came to my home, overran us all with the television, with buffet tables and very large trucks. these people. these stupid arrogant people get no where and why do they think?they believe doing what you want will just open the door for everything. that turning 40 looking around and realizing you haven't done anything with your life is 'the way it goes'
my discontent stems from them, my own peers who share absolutely no common outlook with me. all of us tied together by the work week and the recess time. as in any school yard everyone sticks to their own and someone help you if you dont, because the bullies will come for you. only this time their not going to hit you, strangle you, but they will take something from you. something so special that it may take some time to ever see it again, your ambition, your dreams, your compassion, they will strip you of these human things so everything will go the way it has for so long in this miserable state. ignorance, negligence, outright stupidity have kept it from progress for so long all for the sake of keeping the status quo, to that old rule of old money and standard common man.

yes i will get out of here someday, and it will taste sweet, so sweet, indeed.

[Andrea]

...and I´m singing
the pain thing
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/143/l_095a1878e6f04fff9f31df8f0e4b7024.jpg

O-o-o-o-oh
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
yeeeh
Am I coming through?
Am I coming through?
Is this sweet and pure and true?

I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Yeah I'm shining
I'm seeing waves breaking form to my horizon
Lord, I'm shining

Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?
Are you hearing me?
Like I'm hearing you?

You know I almost lost my mind
I can't explain
Where I've been

You know I almost lost my mind
I couldn't explain
What I've seen

but now i think i see the light
but now i think i see the light

lend me your hand
lend me your hand
lend me your hand

[Caprice]

lovely lovely blue skies

[Caprice]

he came up and went down in a flash in my mind. the imprint will stay much longer im sure. something so simple and piled together to create this terrible tragedy. his life will never be the same. his life, if he ever gets it back, will be much different than the way he left it. friends will change, family will change, he will change, but sitting in a state pen, with the raw deal, may make him a much more raw person. my friend, im not sure, he was my neighbor however, a welcoming neighbor with many friends. all of us dont know what to say, except for the inevitable, with that said, we remain quiet about the issue. but in that silence we all know the risks now. and when they hit home, the only steel we're going for, are those bars that hold us back, for years at a time.

x

[Caprice]

lovely day in a changing place. two mountains ago the whistle blew and I thought I had missed something some tasteful thing that people were into but alas a man i read today stating

"if you keep your head on while others are losing it you will be that much taller than them"

interesting to note the busy day ahead, cleanliness isn't sterile

[Andrea]

...and the tower is leaning
and it seems never loose its head
beetles crawling beneath its feet in the dark
looks like they have a big party
and I feel a kinda jealous...

[Caprice]

and I feel a kinda jealous...


all the time and i feel this path, this torn path where money is king from birth taught the ways of our fathers living and dying and smiling by the dollar/dead president
soon enough it will change. this tiny xistence will become a great tree that branches to all corners of this obtuse country

[Andrea]

...and the big city with the flag red white green stripes moving horizontally said
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/138/l_c2aa48d725974f0d82da22f090bcf89a.jpg

...and the small city with the flag green white red stripes moving vertically said
http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/148/l_56edc25bb3174d7f89968c04882fa7fd.jpg

...and I felt like burning light stripes all over but I think I´m getting better now
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/138/l_3073e8822804402e908d6cd0c2ece29c.jpg

oh God, why are you doing this to me? You know I would never take a leaf...

[Andrea]

once upon a time
when birdsong was a crime
in the unreal world full of twitter
where a click made the water glitter
where kids killed for fun
where a guilty never had to run
where sick things didn´t surprise
where emotions of joy was the only prize
I found you but like a gleam of light
suddenly you were out of sight
and deep inside I still can feel the
echoes of love that once so sweetly
tortured my mind

release my heartache
release my pain
I need that love sound
birdsongs, big clouds full of rain
in the real world cram-full of light
where we miss only what´s out of sight
where we moan and groan and regret
where we look in the mirror and forget
where sense is like light in the dark
we wanna see a lightning but only see a spark
and deep inside I love to feel the
echoes of love that once so sweetly
tortured my mind
tortured my mind
...

SoundCloud
http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/116/l_d3a45c01d9544936af1cc813c2315c12.jpg

[Caprice]

sun is shining.
weather is sweet, yeah...
make you wanna move,
im a rainbow too....

in 4 days i will be traveling. 4 long days with short outcomes. but on that fourth we'll be on that plane, and we'll be taking off.
i havent felt this clean in sometime. as the summer winds down, and this year turns into the next, i draw a small blank with it. what have i done, where have i gone. not a feeling of regret, but a feeling of content. seems like im back at square one when its actually square 2.

see you in 2 weeks

[Andrea]

English - Tomato
Hungarian - Paradicsom
The word with double meaning:
1. The vegetable we eat http://open.salon.com/files/tomato1260299541.jpg
2. Paradise, Heaven - Paradicsom on Earth means Heaven on Earth
Can you feel it?
2 A.M.
Is this a joke?
belly says 'food' body says 'sleep' head says 'dinner in bed' - he said
Is there a leaning tower in Tokyo?
Oh God, I´m coming...
or I wish I could
I´m living in a dream-world, right?
is it yours?

I am

[Caprice]

but all thats lost is found again.

a year and three quarters she waited. why she still had my number i do not know. why she waited so long to call i do not know. a lifetime passes by in that time, thinking about it, quenches my breathing.
i can not see the future. the present is often fuzzy, but its getting clearer, and clearer. my time here is limited, in this house. for one year more, i will be who i am, then in due time, this life will change,

again.

[Caprice]

i cant remember the last time i had trouble sleeping.

i wonder what it means

[Caprice]

broken dogs sum up my feeling collide in the haze of today. dreams of dreams in a different place

[Andrea]

and Dorothy said:
-You have to find your own way

http://www.borndirty.org/forums/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=8

are you hungry?

[Andrea]

Like a child who wants to rest
Who came to a peaceful quite nest
saying: Don´t leave, please tell a fairy-tale
like this the time you will delay
with heavy heartbeat in that small body
craving for a tale or just to be close to somebody

So we ask you: Sit down here and tell us
the usually things about our old Tellus
Tell us as you used to although we never forget
Tell us you are with us and we never regret
that we are with you till dead do us part
Coz we are the ones some would call smart

You know this well: the poet never lies,
Tell us the truth not only the real that rhymes
Tell us about the light that fills our mind with brightness
Because without each other we´re living in darkness

Like Castorp sees through Chaucat´s body
Tonight we are facing our true harmony
Your padded words seals and resist the noise
Tell about pure beauty or grief, it is your choice

Lifting our hearts towards yearning from affliction
We have just buried poor Michael Jackson *
And mankind is living in a world of thriller
Where nightmare is feeding on a filler

Appalled we stand asking: is there more?
How could the demons find our candy store?
Is there more poison that brewing for each?
Is there a place for you where you can preach?

If you speak we will not hurry
But we never be weak so don´t worry
And we all remain free and kind
Our precious lessen humankind

Please sit down and write your story
Take your time, there is no worry
A European with purest white hands
Let them watch your angel stance

József Attila (1905- 1937) - "Welcome to Thomas Mann" translated by me.

József Attila was one of the most important and well-known Hungarian poets of the 20th century. http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/141/l_5d29d0fda5cd42acbd3df2edff0d872f.jpg
* The original poem mentioned Dezső Kosztolányi (1885 – 1936) he was also a famous Hungarian poet and prose-writer.

There is also a translation by Vernon Watkins:

Just as the child, by sleep already possessed,
Drops in his quiet bed, eager to rest,
But begs you: "Don't go yet; tell me a story,"
For night this way will come less suddenly,
And his heart throbs with little anxious beats
Nor wholly understands what he entreats,
The story's sake or that yourself be near,
So we ask you: Sit down with us; make clear
What you are used to saying; the known relate,
That you are here among us, and our state
Is yours, and that we all are here with you,
All whose concerns are worthy of man's due.
You know this well: the poet never lies,
The real is not enough; through its disguise
Tell us the truth which fills the mind with light
Because, without each other, all is night.
Through Madame Chauchat's body Hans Castorp sees,
So train us to be our own witnesses.
Gentle your voice, no discord in that tongue;
Then tell us what is noble, what is wrong,
Lifting our hearts from mourning to desire,
We have buried Kosztolányi; cureless, dire,
The cancer on his mouth grew bitterly,
But growths more monstrous gnaw humanity.
Appalled we ask: More than what went before,
What horror has the future yet in store?
What ravening thoughts will seize us for their prey?
What poison, brewing now, eat us away?
And, if your lecture can put off that doom,
How long may you still count upon a room?
O, do not speak, and we can take heart then.
Being men by birthright, we must remain men,
And women, women, cherished for that reason.
All of us human, though such numbers lessen.
Sit down, please. Let your stirring tale be said.
We are listening to you, glad, like one in bed,
To see to-day, before that sudden night,
A European mid people barbarous, white.

[Caprice]

[those are fantastic Andrea! truly!]




i looked down the road on her, sitting, waiting, asking me with her eyes. on the chair i sat with her glance fixed upon my glare. we've got high life and coors light. high life i said.
in she went and out came my cigarettes. one in mouth, flame ablazed and a puff later she appeared. smiling with those bull's eyes.
the air was dry. like something dirty that is clean because it is all dead. we starred each other into conversation, mindless conversation that brings pause to this life we know so well. brings a solace embrace to this neutral hotel.
round 2 for beers, this time, its dark, and bitter. she finishes it for me, and i walk her to the car.
without hesitation, lips touch in a fierce contact. soft, and dirty, we tasted like cigarettes, and we liked it.
i lift her upon the car and unfold my lips upon her. no words, no denial. feeling and better all the more.
open the car i say. i have to go she says. dabs and dabs we give, trying to get away from each other. almost like magnets we never stop.

in a final breath we say bye and i walk my way.

and that, is my night

[jOHN rODRIGUEZ]

[those are fantastic Andrea! truly!]




i looked down the road on her, sitting, waiting, asking me with her eyes. on the chair i sat with her glance fixed upon my glare. we've got high life and coors light. high life i said.
in she went and out came my cigarettes. one in mouth, flame ablazed and a puff later she appeared. smiling with those bull's eyes.
the air was dry. like something dirty that is clean because it is all dead. we starred each other into conversation, mindless conversation that brings pause to this life we know so well. brings a solace embrace to this neutral hotel.
round 2 for beers, this time, its dark, and bitter. she finishes it for me, and i walk her to the car.
without hesitation, lips touch in a fierce contact. soft, and dirty, we tasted like cigarettes, and we liked it.
i lift her upon the car and unfold my lips upon her. no words, no denial. feeling and better all the more.
open the car i say. i have to go she says. dabs and dabs we give, trying to get away from each other. almost like magnets we never stop.

in a final breath we say bye and i walk my way.

and that, is my night





That's brilliant.

[Andrea]

I had to learn this by rote in junior high school in Hungary...

Petöfi Sándor - Anyám tyúkja

Ej, mi a kő! tyúkanyó, kend
szobában lakik itt bent?
Lám, csak jó az isten, jót ád,
Hogy fölvitte a kend dolgát!
Itt szaladgál föl és alá,
Még a ládára is fölszáll,

Eszébe jut, kotkodácsol, 

S nem verik ki a szobából.
Dehogy verik, dehogy verik! 

Mint a galambot etetik,
Válogat a kendermagban,
A kiskirály sem él jobban.

Ezért aztán, tyúkanyó, hát
Jól megbecsűlje kend magát,
Iparkodjék, ne legyen ám
Tojás szűkében az anyám,

Morzsa kutyánk, hegyezd füled,
Hadd beszélek mostan veled,
Régi cseléd vagy a háznál,
Mindig emberűl szolgáltál,

Ezután is jó légy, Morzsa,
Kedvet ne kapj a tyúkhusra,

Élj a tyúkkal barátságba'...

Anyám egyetlen jószága.

Petöfi Sándor - Vác, 1848. February
(Petőfi Sándor 1823 – 1849 was a Hungarian poet)


Petöfi Sándor - My Mothers Hen

Oh my, what´s that!? A hen not a chick

who lives in this house that´s so chic?
Look at that! Awarded by God

What a fancy life you have got!

Running around up and down
Sitting on the top of my crown

Cackling clucking when she likes
No one ban her out of the room, what a surprise

No one would ban her, she´s like a dove
and made a fuss of like angels above

Choosing between the finest seeds

Like royal live through seven seas

So I tell you little hen
You most be very fruitful then

Don´t lay an egg, lay more than two
And good eggs to my mothers woo

"Crumb" dog, our true friend, listen now
I have something to tell you now

You´ve been a good old servant and truly

Being there serving humanly and holy

Be a good dog, "Crumb" my friend

Don´t even think about to eat that hen
Live with the hen in peace and be friendly
My mothers animal the one and only

(Translated by me)

[Andrea]

http://www.borndirty.org/forums/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=42

"First of all thank you for the dance. It was really kind of you...."

"Take this postcard as a memory for life of our journey yesterday..."

"I heard you hate me but I still love you. I can never forget you, I was thinking about you on the train, during the football training...."

"I gonna love you even if you don´t want me..."

freckles
are
sexy

[Caprice]

the fool in me believed magic happens.

our time of two weeks has drawn to its ends. her loyalty and her manor lie with another, a fucking 'nother. whats that to lead. whats that to care, for someone who gave and gave. i am a fool to have thought people do the right thing. and that people take care of one another. this simple mis-alignment is being corrected. im learning all the time, and this time, i am not pleased. i should know whats going to happen, when these things take place and the proper measures are not granted. am i the better person for it, no. allowing myself to be fooled by a wish is only my own fault. time will tell the outcome of it all. time, and something.

[Andrea]

"Please let me know if you love me or not.
I write this because if you love me I could take you out to the cinema once. But do not misunderstand not once I mean several times if you want.
If you love me send me an answer."

B
1975.11.12

letter from shorty 11 with freckles and reddish hair and everything
he was a kinda perfectionist with the biggest gift in his hand
and she lost that toy he sent her once
and they never went to the cinema
and she never loved him
but every letter he sent felt like heaven
the few things she saved and cared for through all the years
and she never played with him
never
just kissed the blonde
4 years later
and got another black and blue

"I´m sorry I cannot lie" - she said

[Andrea]

thank you for letting me be myself again...
http://www.borndirty.org/forums/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=49

[Andrea]

Today I was thinking about my latest Jungle pictures and "Baloo" - the place in Stockholm at the end of the eighties where daytime you could eat till you were ready to drop for 120 SEK and night-time you could dance till you were ready to drop for 60 SEK. I was a cashier, my boyfriend (the crash driver) was a doorman and Rasmus was a DJ. He was testing his own songs at the end of the night when even the staff (me and the others) could dance at least 20 minutes. It was before he became RobnRaz and Leila K.
Funny is that Rasmus brother and I were engaged in the same IT company, Lemon Planet, many years later. Coincidences like this are really hunting me :)

oh and yes... my Jungle stuff, without lyrics so far but I´m working on it :)

This will be called "Food, give me food"
http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/140/l_9b4c5f3be83f46878bb4a4f7eea44810.jpg
and this one will be called "The Come Back"
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I met Rasmus again for a couple of years ago after almost 20 years at another company event, apropos of great memories and speed :D
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[Andrea]

Tribute to Granny + Smith

Never been so far, never been so close and I think it´s okay just because
my mother never called me Alice, my father never called me Sue
I brought up with twenty muppets and none of them said I love you

[Andrea]

hard working and give me more, God defended
everybody´s asking what happened
when the Cinderella story ended
and winter cold will bring the heat
that feels heavenly under your feet
like a sleeping beauty under the spell
never felt your perfume smell
and storms will take it further
and storms will blow it away
and July under the jacket is only a prelude
and no matter what, we are here to stay
and we loved when we least expected
hold on my darling, you are respected
will you be my lover
let me see your cover
your hood and jokes and no loaded dice
I never saw his eyes but I swear I saw yours twice
my smile you will never forget
was that your son squeezing my fat
fire in a hand and no devastation
seems to be just a trial or was it a tribulation
and the stroke of lightning can´t destroy it
and the rain can´t wash it away
and no matter what pink skies and Iceland ashes are all here to stay
so we love the pain away kinda takeoff full speed ahead
we gonna lose count but never our head... never our head
hallelujah!
I´m in
where are you

[Andrea]

this is an old one (originally from 2007 after Scooter´s - Jumping All Over The World :))

Love At First Light

You have the money
I have the fun
You want the power
I light up the dun
Let´s stick toghether
and gliding all over the world

The spring in your tales
is so far ahead
I think I lost count
but never my head
Just keep together
and please jam all over the world

You have position
I have a charmed life
You want more challenge
than a beautiful wife
Let´s love forever
and spread it all over the world


...and I still see him playing
what a release to see him waving
in the crimson glow of the setting sun
and the night is arriving pretty soon
with silver light and glow of the fragment moon....

[Andrea]

Frankenstein Feat. ABBA (I have a dream)

Frankenstein´s smile

He had a dream, about that thing
That helped him cope with that certain thing
If you see the wonder of his fairy tale
You can take the future you can cope the pain
I believe in anger
And something good in everything I see
He said: You have seen the danger
And I know when the time is right for me
Don´t cross my stream - I´m not a dream

I have no dream, I´m no fantasy
I help myself through reality
And my destination makes it worth the while
Floating through the darkness towards another smile
I believe in haters
And something good in everyone I see
I believe in fakers
And I know the time is right for me
Don´t cross that stream - they wicked dream

It´s not a dream, the song we sing
That help them cope with the monkey thing
If you see the wonder of my real life tale
Just think about the future when war walls disappear
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I know you are my angel
And the time is right for you and me
We cross the stream - in our sweet dream
We float and stream - is this a dream

[Andrea]

It´s not entirely my work...
...or maybe it is.
Honestly, I don´t know.

Behind The Mask

He: don´t you ever leave
nice colour
be at my side
and call me brother / She: so you mean you just not bother?/
He: never leave when i´m alone / She: I could never strike your heart home/
He: walk with me if you like it home / She: just don´t you press the pedal home/
He: some people say they cannot figure
what is normal what is bigger
what is normal
is it a bird?
a silent creature that cant be heard / She: I guess you thought I was a nerd/
He: stick with me through black and blue
you see my colours big and true
but if you don´t then you not hue / She: so now ask you : where were you?/
He: a specious light in heavens due / She: have you seen my moonbeam blue?/
He: do you feel the crunch of olive leaves / She: have you seen me on my knees floating on a flood of tears?/
He: do you know this what I need / She: eternal love that heal and feed?/
He: a bit of life a kiss of love
show me here what life is above
behind the mask is only me
a blissful true identity
a single face
a wonders place
and true right to my entity / She: Promise you will never leave me/

http://www.borndirty.org/forums/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=85

[Caprice]

he spoke to me again. saying i don't care no more. once a time always a time set back down the road stuck with no where to go. set my job on my feet and dance in my head when im not at work. mixing, attempting to manifest from my head. a strange, strange thing. if you can see it you can make it. if you can hear it, you can make it.

[Andrea]

The Losers Song

The world of silence is the strangest thing
the everlasting painful ping
to win the game
have nothing to be dying for
have nothing to aim

not a junkie not a boozer
it´s an art to be a loser

[Caprice]

i remember riding my bike uptown. waking up some mornings or riding after work. i always went uptown because i never knew it before. it was and still is a different world to me. the houses are old, and the people are something im not used to. i remember being this kid riding this shiny bike through these ghetto neighborhoods during the fall. people would stare at me from their porches like i was absurd. this white boy coming through this neighborhood sightseeing. a part of me felt welcome there, because they always smiled, and i smiled back. normally though, i didnt make eye contact, and i didnt get into trouble that way.
my favorite time to ride was near dusk in the fall. the crisp in the air matched with the orange sky and purple clouds always made me feel like i was floating through the city. sometimes i would ride with music, boards and bibio dominated my outlook. i remember one time, i was by this big house near loudon, and the sun was about to set, and the trees were orange and yellow, and the sky was a firm blue, and this song came on (this happens a lot, but this one moment stands out in particular to me), and i was caught balancing on my bike around the street out in the open by this big old house, looking at the sunset, and it felt like, it felt unspeakable. like everything is alright, like the world is too beautiful to care about you or anything that happens to you. this moment lasted for what seemed endless because the sun would not go down. i left that area and went on to other parts of the city, excited by what i had experienced, but also excited by what else i would find.
i usually would start out to coolavin and get sidetracked through other streets, i would ride for 2 hours or more sometimes looking at things. it is beautiful up there, old lexington. one morning that got me hooked. i woke up very early, i don't think i slept too well that night, i was in my apartment at the time. i stood up from my bed on the floor and looked out the window. it was dark outside still, and the city was quiet. the orange was barely coming up over the horizon. i was stuck there looking at it, thinking of lexington and where i was. i decided to get dressed and took my bike down to the street. i started to ride and didn't think about it. i started up rose onto elm, then i took third street when the sky started to light up. i didn't know where to go so i rode to wherever struck my eye. i got lost around the end of martin luther and went west. what i found left me awestruck. these old houses in these old neighborhoods. i remember riding slowly on the streets looking at these 100 year old houses that old money once occupied, in these beautiful neighborhoods laid out like in old times. i remember hearing lexington was once called the athens of the west because of the cultured and affluent people who once lived here. this is where they lived. the beauty of their houses and architecture only raises my imagination more to what kind of people they were. and the place lexington used to be. i entered this world in my head, and saw a glimpse of the lives they once lived. beauty comes in every-form.
my rides rarely got me tired. they took me to parts of the city i didn't know existed. i was this explorer of times past. people would stare at me like i was something new, something they never seen before. my regret is that there aren't many people i've shared these times with. almost all my rides were solo. not many people want to ride for hours at a time looking at nothing with no end (i hated planning a schedule for riding, almost all my rides were impromptu). it doesn't bother me though, because we all have a story...

[Andrea]

I´m in love with the men
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
one million and ten

I´m in love with the men
pants hot moonbeam vibrations
one thousand and ten

I´m in love with the men
twisting waving wriggling hands
one hundred and ten

I´m in love with the men
ears keep learning in classrooms
frequency to understand

I´m in love with the men
not your sister nor your mother
hardly touched a tan´

Love me or hate me
twig the wig
I´m in love with

The Man

[Andrea]

cat-and-mouse game altogether
birds of a feather flock together
wanna play house in the altogether?


doggone!

[jOHN rODRIGUEZ]

War's cold.
Again.
For now.

[Andrea]

He said we will stay forever, we will always be together
Not the party, broken glasses that scares away the night
not even the dance in colours or the candlelight
we just learned to love the the rising sun, it´s gentle light
it´s gentle light

once you feel the vibe deep inside your blood
you should know it´s also mine coz I gave you all I had

we will never rest a head at the window
the fog passed by blue oceans billow
birds of a feather flock together and fasten up tighter than ever
we weather the storm as we fly trough the world forever
eternally and forever

once you feel the vibe deep inside your blood
you should know it´s also mine coz I gave you all I had

[Andrea]

gathering thoughts to the gentle noise of a ventilator in a room where bodies doesn´t hurt just feel a bit uncomfortable
the bird on the roof took the ladder to the top instead of flying
any clue why?
some say my wealth is the truth and hope is the wealth of the poor
but who cares?
they say true love is for free anyway
and the truth is that I do not hope
I just know
the rape of David Shrigley
the sex with Karl Hyde
the taste of white chocolate fingers
melting down
in the mouth
the bird on the roof choose the ladder instead of flying
any clue why?
he wasn´t even trying