Friday, April 25, 2014

The Tin Man









How I wish I could give him mine
Then I wouldn't have to feel it breakin' all apart
And this emptiness inside would suit me fine










It's times like these I wish I were the Tin Man
You could hurt me all you wanted I'd never even know
And I'd give anything just to be the Tin Man
Then I wouldn't have a heart and I wouldn't need a soul









I couldn't see your leavin' coming it took me by surprise
Even now still seems like a dream
But I know I cant be dreaming 'cause as I lay down each night
The pains so great that it won't let me sleep









It's times like these I wish I were the Tin Man
You could hurt me all you wanted I'd never even know
Well I'd give anything just to be the Tin Man
And I wouldn't have a heart and I wouldn't need a soul








I'd give anything just to be the Tin Man
And I wouldn't have a heart and I wouldn't miss you so








How I wish I could give him mine
Then I wouldn't have to feel it breakin' all apart

Grasscut

Thursday, April 24, 2014

In Bloom






Sell the kids for food
weather changes moods
Spring is here again
reproductive glands






Hey - He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Don't know what it means, when I say:






He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh ...






We can have some more - nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom







Hey - He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Don't know what it means, when I say:






He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
Knows not what it mean's when I say:







He's the one
Who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means

Knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say aahh ...

Nirvana

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Shame








You had them fooled
And I'll admit you had me too
But you're awfully chic to act so clean
I can sense a shake
An oscillation in your voice
The closet's full
but the door is swinging open







Shame that you couldn't suffer the blame
'Cause now it's the only way that you could find a fix to mend








It's the art of deceit
with elegance you'd plea to captivate
but there never was the doubt








And I heart the sirens sound
as you were standing still in a silent calm
with curtains drawn
cursing at the light







Shame that you couldn't suffer the blame
Cause now it's the only way that you could find a fix to mend this
Shame that you wouldn't suffer the blame
You know it's the only way that you could find a fix to mend (these lies)








You're not leaving anything back in this world for us
So don't go taking anything back from this world but
Shame--that you couldn't suffer the blame
Cause now it's the only way that you could find a fix to mend
these lies

The Dear Hunter

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Aspra Spitia






Aspra Spitia is a small settlement planned by Doxiadis Associates for the company "Aluminion de Grece" to house industrial workers and personnel employed at itsnearby aluminum plant.





Aspra Spitia (modern Greek for "White Houses"), situatedon the coast of the Corinthian Gulf about one hour's drive from Delphi, was designed for a projected population of 5,000. The program proposed the construction of a totalof 1,100 dwellings, including one and two-storey houses,bachelor apartments, stores and shops, a customs house, a school and recreational and other facilities.







Doxiadis Associates carried out not only the pure planning work (general plan and layout plans for residentialcommunities and central areas), but also the study of the house types and buildings, the design of the infrastructure (water and electricity supply, sewer andstorm water networks), the compilation of the tender-documents and the supervision of the implementation. The project was assigned in 1961. The last house of theinitial program was completed in 1965.












When they started the planning of Aspra Spitia, DA'splanners were faced with the question of what type of settlement they should create on that coast of the Corinthian Gulf that would best serve the needs of itsindustrial population and still harmonize with theenvironment and its history; that would do no violence tothe marvellous site that had been selected, with its delicate lines formed by the surrounding hills and theolive trees; and that would constitute the proper settingfor the life of the workers who would be recruited mostly from the rural population of the surrounding area





It did not take them long to reject the idea of a typical industrial settlement with uniform apartment buildings where the people would feel like expatriates and refugees,and where living would be but a continuation of workingin the mechanized environment of the new factory. Onthe contrary, they decided that they should create a"Greek town" in which people could easily identify all thecultural traditions they were brought up with and couldpreserve them as a most valuable inheritance.






This was an easy thing to say. It was more difficult to decide how it could be achieved without reverting to superficial imitation, picturesque trivialities oranachronistic sentimentalities. How could visual richness and individuality of expression be effected without resulting in structural confusion and aesthetic chaos?









The conclusion drawn by DA's planners was that they needed a simple, clear and strong plan incorporating these desirable qualities and with its "invisible geometry" holding the varied parts together. That they needed asimple, strong and "primitive" architecture composed of natural, local materials, which the people could add to with flower pots and pergolas, rather than a modern architecture in which the visual equilibrium can be upset by the addition of a dot.










These thoughts are reflected in the general plan of the town: on the L-shaped site (the short leg of which isbordered by the sea, while the long one is flanked by two hills) four neighborhoods were created, each surroundedby a peripheral road and penetrated by culs-de-sac inselected locations only. At the junction of the two legs ofthe L, the shopping, business and civic center was set up,with the administrative center just below it. A zone along the water front was reserved for recreational and tourist facilities.










Then, each neighbourhood and the center were studied ingreat detail with particular attention to the feeling ofspace one would have in walking through its pedestrianways, small squares, streets and piazzas. The aim of DA'splanners was to create a sequence of spaces in whichscale, form and character would follow the sequence ofimportance of "events" in the life of the town. Each littlestreet and square were studied separately, using sketchesand three-dimensional models as well as the facades ofthe buildings that would constitute the main closure of space.








A comparison of the completed structures with aphotograph of the model and a sketch of a proposed rowof houses shows that the desired result was achieved to aremarkable degree. [ .pdf ]







Monday, April 21, 2014

How's It Gonna End






He had 3 whole dollars
A worn out car
And a wife who was
LEaving for good
LIfe's made of trouble
Worry pain and struggle
She wrote good bye in
The dust on the hood
THey found a a map of Missouri
Lipstick on the glass
They must of left
In the middle of the nite







And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?







Behind a smoke colored
Curtain, the girl
Disappeared, the found out
The ring was a fake
A tree born crooked
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer in to the lake
A long lost letter and
And old leaky boat
Promises are never meant
To keep








And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?









The barn leaned over
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky
The sun sank down behind the tree
On the hill
There's a killer and he's coming
Thru the rye
But maybe he's the Father
Of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light








And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?






Drag your wagon and your plow
Over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds
You can never go back
And the answer is no
And wishing for it only
Makes it bleed






Joel Tornabene was broken
On the wheel
Shane and Bum Mahoney on the lamb
The grain was as gold
As Sheila's hair
All the way from Liverpool
With all we could steal
He was robbed of twenty dollars
His body found stripped
Cast into the harbour
There and drowned







And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?







THe sirens are snaking their
Way up the hill
It's last call somewhere in
The wordl
The reptiles blend in with the
Color of the street
Life is sweet at the edge
Of a razor
And down in the front row of
An old picture show
The old man is asleep
As the credits start to roll







And I want to know
The same thing
Everyone wants to know
How it going to end?

Tom Waits

Sunday, April 20, 2014

So weak, so strong







So weak so strong, nothing's forever in her universe 
Bringing comfort, bringing pain, so weak so strong 







So weak so strong, turning mountains into seas of dust 
Finding courage when all hope is lost, so weak so strong 







Men have died from half the pain she endures everyday 
Many times I've seen her spirit fade away only to rise again 










So weak so strong, there's only one of her in the universe 
Bringing darkness, bringing light, so weak so strong 









Men have died from half the pain she endures everyday 
Many times I've seen her spirit fade away only to rise again 








So weak so strong, she's never really what she seems to be 
But life without her seems so bleak, so weak so strong

Gov't Mule