The moon is outside.
I saw the great uncomplicated thing
when I went to take a leak just now.
I should have looked at it longer.
I am a poor lover of the moon.
I see it all at once and that's it
for me and the moon.
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Leonard Cohen , I Can't Make the Hills,Prologue ,Book of Longing
I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank G-d
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughing stock
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret
For someone will use
What I couldn't be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally
She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door open wide
Then she will be born
To someone like you
What no one has done
She'll continue to do
I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book
Laurie Anderson ,Broken
You say: Where have you been?
I say: Nowhere
You say: There, you're doing it again
You know I can't keep, I can't keep
I can't keep doing this
I say: Nowhere
You say: There, you're doing it again
You know I can't keep, I can't keep
I can't keep doing this
I wanted our life to be so sweet
To live on harmony
But there are so many things
You just don't want to hear anymore from me
You know I can't keep doing this, I can't keep,
I can't keep doin' this
To live on harmony
But there are so many things
You just don't want to hear anymore from me
You know I can't keep doing this, I can't keep,
I can't keep doin' this
Where did it go, the heat?
I can't keep doin' this
I can't keep doin' this
I wanted to tell you so many things
But I lost my voice somewhere along the way
I think to myself where did it go?
Maybe it lives somewhere
Outside the city and it's waiting for me there
All I have to do is say the word
And it will come back to me, it will come back to me
But I can't even recall
How to ask something as big as that
But I lost my voice somewhere along the way
I think to myself where did it go?
Maybe it lives somewhere
Outside the city and it's waiting for me there
All I have to do is say the word
And it will come back to me, it will come back to me
But I can't even recall
How to ask something as big as that
You say: What are you thinking now?
I say: Nothing
You say: There, you're doing it again
How did you get to be my conscience?
You know I can't keep, I can't keep
I can't keep doing this
I say: Nothing
You say: There, you're doing it again
How did you get to be my conscience?
You know I can't keep, I can't keep
I can't keep doing this
Where did it go, the heat?
Silence can be a beautiful thing
But only when it can by broken by a kind word
With a soft word
With a word
Our love unspoken
Our love lies broken
But only when it can by broken by a kind word
With a soft word
With a word
Our love unspoken
Our love lies broken
It's Not the Bullet that Kills You (It's the Hole), Laurie Anderson
It's not the bullet that kills you, it's the hole Laurie Anderson I used to use myself as a target I used myself as a goal I was digging myself so much, I was digging me so much I dug myself right into a hole Now, in a hole it's so dark You can't see a thing It's easy to loose sight of your goals It's not the bullet, not the bullet that kills you It's the hole, it's the hole, it's the hole... It's not the bullet it's the hole Like a ventriloquist I can throw [in?] my voice Long distance is the story of my life In the words of the artist Joseph Boyce, "If you get cut, you better bandage the knife" Cause, in a hole it's so dark You can't see a thing It's easy to loose sight of your goals It's not the bullet, not the bullet that kills, you know It's the hole, it's the hole, it's the hole... Like a hole, like a black hole in space You disappeared and there's nothing to take your place Now I'm sweating, I'm freezin, in this Jamaican sea breeze, I remember you in my knees I really feel like fallin' It's not gravity that's getting me down It's giving me those down and out lowdown blues It's not the rain that's getting me wet, It's the holes, the holes in my shoes! It's not the bullet, It's the hole Cause, in a hole it's so dark You can't see a thing It's easy to loose sight of your goals It's not the bullet, not the bullet that kills, you know It's the hole, it's the hole, it's the hole... It's not the bullet... It's the hole...
Laurie Anderson 1995 - The Nerve Bible (Full Performance)
..." everything is fairly well light and pretty well cut. Your mind has fixed it all up for you. And the same thing happens when you try to picture the past or the future. Things get filtered through your memories and your expectations and they smooth it all out."
text s. link :
http://www.jimdavies.org/laurie-anderson/work/books/stories.html
Wearing the Inside Out,Pink Floyd, Salvador Dali
From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognize what I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word, overrun
Didn't recognize what I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word, overrun
Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much
I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile
I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all away
I'm wearing the inside out
My nervous system all away
I'm wearing the inside out
Look at him now
He's paler somehow
But he's coming round
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth
He's paler somehow
But he's coming round
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth
And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again
I'm holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
I'm with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
I'm with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again
He's curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
Curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
Curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break
He's standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace he'll
Curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace he'll
Curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break
FRANCESCA WOODMAN ,LAURIE ANDERSON
"Afraid to breathe, afraid to rise
We run and run in this transitory life.
Tipped off balance we fall like Iight
We land on water in this transitory life.
We fall like light on water and water turns to ice.
Everything keeps changing in this transitory life"
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