Fire and Rain

The hypocrite's hope shall perish

XXI century Now

The real values of culture can be maintained only by negating culture. But this negation can no longer be a cultural negation. It may in a sense take place within culture, but it points beyond it.

Barnett Newman
Guy Debord

Stoned

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

roll
in
side
you
gotta
move on
Say you're sad 'nd lonely
Say you're sorry
Say whatever you want or need
Say
it
doesn' matter
anyhow
bleed baby
bleed
...
folks 'nd arrows
highway
to nowhere
songs
mistify
lyrics
of transcendence insight

is that so?

bob dylan
and
n.f.a
and 
pollock

Shadow/Light

XXI century
of shadows & dispute
Hell is breaking loose
& nonsense is all around...
Symbols
mistakes
Sex
Death
Hunger
Disorder Diseased

in the middle
a speck of light

do you see it?

Art by Dan Flavin

Then

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

bob dylan

What else
has to be said?
Only time
will tell

white on white by Malevich

Sooner or Later

Sooner or later

it all turn

red

bloodish

red

a fire

liquid

saucy

it will expand

all over

like a howl

in the black darkness

talk talk

NFA

White Side/Dark in the Heart

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

all me friends are dead
all me jokes are said
over an' over
What I'm doin' in Here?
Should i ask that?

gals, ladies, the Woman
ev'rything
nothin' but a dream
vanishin
a white cloud
embrassing my soul

nothing more

Dylan
&
the postcard man

MODERN TIMES

Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
"You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave"
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

You gotta work every night, baby
stand still
and
strange
in a corner of the avenue
cold and hot
in or out
You, too, do not belong here...
Get your money
pack your bag
and leave...
Return to your Pernambuco village..,
while the sun is still shining
over the sea
...

Dylan
CK
NFA

Marginal Road

So long honey babe
where I'm bound, I can't tell
goodbye is too good a word babe
so I'll just say fare the well
I ain't a sayin' you treated me unkind
you coulda done better but, I don't mind
you just kinda wasted my precious time
Don't think twice, it's all right

Heard him singing, Bryan Ferry,
and
thinking I was
over
the last memory
...a no yes maybe...
_________________

Lyrics by Dylan
last words by NFA

DAY OF LOCUSTS

Today
is the Day of Locusts
tryin' to feed
of people's beliefs

There will be
a dark sunset
and the day will be long

The next president will never
win this plague
he carries the eggs
of dissemination
in his pockets

_____________________

Watchin' U

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

no reason to get high, low
or
else
U Cinderella U
tryin' 2 get 2 u
but
the wind's too magic and cold
an' i'm 'gain in the street
fallin' 'part
of me
is
where i left the last stony carved painting
remember?
'f course no

life's but a joke
told in tavern
by a fool
with devil eyes
an' a stinking smell of red portuguese wine
(harp in G)
stoned
wellll
let's all get stoned
and
cool
_______________

Lyrics by Bob
&
written rubbish
by
NoOne in sight