Catch Me If You Can

 Sink slow sips of bourbon

Etching out a dream

A page out of your notebook

Images on a dusted screen

And Lord knows I'm right in front of you

Mouth shut but I'm not gonna move

I wont be here for long,

That’s just how shit goes…..

Welcome to the terrordome,

D’evils knocking on my door but I'm never home

Poppa was a rolling stone and he let em go

So know you understand why I'm better known

I wont be here for long,

That’s just how shit goes…..

And I never really thought about,

How my life don't applies, don't walk it out

And I don't know what you want me to say yo,

But being ahead of your time kinda play slow,

And I pay no,

And you seen the cracks

and you seen the flaws

dashed out in the summer

winter never returned a call

I'm sorry I cant help you man,catch me if you can……

Outasight

Magic Mountain

At magic mountain

Nobody sings today

Nobody speaks today

Close my eyes

And hope to see

Weeks go by like a day

In a lowland

I live up on magic mountain

No one leaves magic mountain

At magic mountain

Nothing changes

Everything stays the same

Cross my heart

And hope to live

All the time

With a little fever

I stay here on magic mountain

No one leaves magic…

My heart hears you sing

My heart hears you speak

But I never make it in the flatlands

I must stay on magic mountain

Blonde Redhead

Black as a raven

Inside a broken clock

Splashing the wine

With all the Rain Dogs

Taxi, we'd rather walk.

Huddle a doorway with the Rain Dogs

For I am a Rain Dog, too

Oh, how we danced and we swallowed the night

For it was all ripe for dreaming

Oh, how we danced away

All of the lights

We've always been out of our minds.

The Rum pours strong and thin

Beat out the dustman

With the Rain Dogs

Aboard a shipwreck train

Give my umbrella to the Rain Dogs

For I am a Rain Dog, too.

Oh, how we danced with the

Rose of Tralee

Her long hair black as a raven

Oh, how we danced and you

Whispered to me

You'll never be going back home

You'll never be going back home

Tom Waits

Catch Me When I Fall

I don't need - no consolation

I don't need - no help at all

I just need you babe, catch me when I fall

I hear the thunder
and the lightning
and the rain is falling down

I need you to help me babe, please turn me back around

We can talk about me staying, but you know I got to go

I 've been moving like a shadow, moving out your door

Reach out your hand babe

Catch me when I fall

 Well I need you babe, catch me when I fall

Blues Wire 

The Games You Play

When I was a kid

We used to play a game

I think you know the rules of our game

I have no time to play games

But I'm making moves

While you're sleeping and dreaming

Of being larger than life

Your own hype you believing

Well now, you've been faking the funk since the beginning

Too many chapters in now to rewrite and fix the ending

Besides, you question what kind of message that be sending

That you's a chump, punk butt, so what

I care not of the role you choose to play

By the way

I'm sure of a beginning and an end

But everything in between is all grey

All grey, all grey, all grey

Sometimes I flow staccato

Strip you of vibrato

While you be acting macho

I try and switch it up

I see the games you play

And the traps you lay

Not fit to fall in

But I let you play them anyway

I don't understand this game

Wax Tailor

Mysteries

When the time bell blows my heart

And I have scored a better day

Well nobody made this war of mine

And the moments that I enjoy

A place of love and mystery

I'll be there anytime

Mysteries of love

Where war is no more

I'll be there anytime

Beth Gibbons

monster city

 when you lately I forgot

happening again in a slow diagonal

I forgot it's happening again

slow diagonal I forgot I forgot

when I used to think there's nowhere to go

happening in a slow diagonal

I forgot

lately looking in your eyes

I've been feeling new

I forgot

when you i used to think

I forgot

happening again in a slow diagonal

I forgot

every color of you fall out step out

I'm looking in your eyes

looking in your eyes, looking in your eyes

with a feeling

looking in your eyes, looking in your eyes

I'm looking in your eyes

you do what you have to do

looking in your eyes, looking in your eyes

looking in your eyes, I'm looking in your eyes

with a feeling

I saw you today, you were like snow

and never but oh... like a snow

I saw you today, you were like

the sun's on my face, till Monday

I've been feeling new

my tongue, my tongue, my tongue

hair is long, I've been feeling

high sister, you're the high sister

I saw you today, you were like snow

every color of you fall out step out

looking in your eyes, looking in your eyes

I'm looking in your eyes

with a feeling

looking in your eyes, looking in your eyes

I'm looking in your eyes

you do what you have to do

boy you drum, boy you drum, boy you drum, drummer boy

you do what you have to do

you do what you have to, do it, do it!

you do what you have to do, f..!

I hear you sssh, I hear you, I hear you sssh

I hear you, I hear you ssshhh

for cars n ah, for cars n ah, cars n ah, cars n ah

if I rewind again, if i rewind again

I forgot, rhythm and knowledge

rhythm and knowledge regenerate there

rhythm and knowledge regenerate

right on babe, rhythm and knowledge

if I rewind my baby

if I rewind, rhythm and knowledge, get

I rewind my baby

Life Without Buildings

What else is there?

It was me on that road

But you couldn't see me

Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road

Still you couldn't see me

And then flashlights and explosions

Roads end getting nearer

We cover distance but not together

I am the storm I am the wonder

And the flashlights nightmares

And sudden explosions

I don't know what more to ask for

I was given just one wish

It's about you and the sun

A morning run

The story of my maker

What I have and what I ache for

I've got a golden ear

I cut and I spear

And what else is there

Roads and getting nearer

We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder

Will I have a flashlights nightmares

And sudden explosions

There's no room where I can go and

You've got secrets too

I don't know what more to ask for

I was given just one wish

Royksopp 

The scarecrow

I'm walkin to the other side

With the devil tryin' to take my mind 

And my soul's just a silhouette

In the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies

Trick cards fool the eye

Carry zeros over till they add up

Bury tears in the chapters you shut

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell

And the rain's too plain to tell

All alone by a barren well

The scarecrow's only scarin' himself 

I've been diggin' the ground 

Thru the dust and the clouds

I see miles and miles

And the junkyard piles

I wanted hope from a grave

I wanted strength from a slave

What gives you comfort now

Might be the end of you then

Crows are pullin' at my clothes 

The wind got my fingers froze

Standing all day keepin' watch 

Over all the treasures we lost

Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell

And the rain's too plain to tell

All alone by a barren well

The scarecrow's only scarin' himself

Beck

I stellify

Yeah the first time

When you are stellified

Could be the last chance

I have to sanctify

So save the last dance

For me my love cause I

I see you as an angel freshly

Fallen from the sky

Heard your first words

Before I saw your eyes

Fell from your sweet lips

With you I stellify

So save the last dance

For me my love cos I

I see you as an angel

Freshly fallen from the sky

I made a shrine
With candles for you
I see you are an angel
All the things that you do
Now I found tomorrow
with you I stellify
Throw my arms above
Cause now I fly and touch the sky

I stellify

I'm miles high

I stellify

Ian Brown

People in the city's warp

 People in the city

On the sidewalk   (people in the city)

Near the street lamp   (people in the city)

At the bus stop   (people in the city)

Down the station   (people in the city)

Moving, watching, working, sleeping, driving, walking, talking, smiling

air

Through these lonely days

This life I live is like the lonely ways

The only way

Through these lonely days

Is to pick up those times I've thrown away

When will this feeling go away?

Such a lonely day

Why would I waste my time with them that don't replay?

Why would I waste my life trying to rewind the only state?

In past times I never spent so much energy on one repaste.

This role had them all on- I know it's the only way.

Hey, hey

So when I feel like I ain't got time to stay

I'll call you on my phone on holidays

On a holiday

All the lonely days

Sitting holidays

Jagging my hollow way

Gonjasufi

Away

There was a time

You read my mind

No one between us

Just sunshine

Away

It felt so good

It felt so right

Somehow in between

A summer's night

Away

A mystic cloud

The moon above

Your eyes in mine

How did you find

Away

The search is gone

It's all so strong

When we were made

Somebody would disagree

Away

There was a time

You read my mind

No one between us

Just sunshine

Away

It felt so good

It felt so right

Somehow in between

A summer's night

Waldeck

Bird on a Circus

Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.

Like a worm on a hook,

like a knight from some old fashioned book

I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

Like a bird on the wire,

like a drunk in a midnight choir

I have tried in my way to be free.

Leonard Cohen

I'm feeling very still

 

 This is major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door 

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way

And the stars look very different today

Here am I floatin' 'round my tin can far above the world

Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Ground control to major Tom, your circuits dead, there's something wrong

Can you hear me, major Tom?

 Can you... 

Here am I sitting in my tin can far above the Moon

Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do

David Bowie

I walk the curved line

As sure as night is dark and day is light

I keep you on my mind both day and night

And happiness I've known proves that it's right

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

I walk the line

Johnny Cash

300

Another hundred posts for - my (space) diary.

3-0-0 posts!

Starting: Thursday, March 20, 2008

and Re-Starting: Saturday, November 14, 2009 

Photos - Photo Manipulations - Lyrics - Texts - Videos

when I look back to all those posts....I can see... me

but isn;t that the purpose of this blog after all...

 Yes it is.

__ astro-blog is floating in cyber space__

Thank you all for your comments and "likes"

 Astro Nayths 

Passing by

I don't think you love me

Confusion settling in

I don't think I'll be staying

Around here, anymore

There's no question that I love you

But I'm living in my own time

And here I am debating

Whether I'm wrong, or right

Who am I

To make a judgement of

Your life

I'm only

Passing by

All the promises I gave you

Helped me to survive

And all the times I wished you'd save me

You were the love of my life

Who am I

To make a judgement of

Your life

I'm only

Passing by

I'm only passing by ...

Zero 7 

Pedro Meyer

Exhibition of photographs by the highly acclaimed Mexican photographer, Pedro Meyer. The exhibition has been organized as part of the Athens Photo Festival 2010 and in cooperation with the Hellenic Center for Photography.

Venue: Hellenic American Union Galleries

Until: 24/11/2010

The exhibition presents photos from Meyer’s travels throughout the USA, a journey that took 30 years and resulted in about 80,000 photographs. Meyer has said that given the nature of the country –its ever-changing images and diversity– he finds it almost impossible to describe it in its entirety. This is why his photographs shift between the genres of documentary photography, photojournalism and street photography. He has said that because photography is never about any one single reality, it is particularly well suited for describing the various and often contradictory sides of this country. The exhibition is held under the auspices of the Embassy of Mexico in Greece.

Pedro Meyer is a multifaceted photographer, who, alongside his work as an artist, has been working to raise awareness of South American photography. Born in Madrid in 1935, Meyer moved with his family to Mexico, which he considers his homeland. 1963 marked the beginning of the most productive phase in his career, when he founded the Mexican Council of Photography. He has been working exclusively with photography since 1974. He has taught in various schools and ateliers, worked for prestigious journals and organizations and received many awards and fellowships. In 1990 he turned to contemporary technology and the digital processing of photos and images. He is founder and President of the Pedro Meyer Foundation, which is committed to contributing to the research and interpretation of photography within the framework of new technologies.

A panel discussion with the participation of Pedro Meyer will take place on the occasion of the exhibition on Wednesday, November 24, 2010, at 20:00.

The discussion will be held at the auditorium of the Hellenic American Union. 

text source: HAU 

The Roof Is Coming Down

 it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's raining outside.

you've nowhere to hide.

she's asking you

why you think it's funny.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

she's leaving your house.

she had to get out.

she's mad,

and she'll take her mattress with her.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

it's coming down.

you lie on the floor.

she's slamming your door.

she's gone,

and she's wearing your red sweater.

Cake

Glad to be unhappy

Look at yourself.

Do you still believe in rumor

That romance is simply grand?

Since you took it right

On the chin,

You have lost that bright

Toothpaste grin.

My mental state is all a jumble.

I sit around and sadly mumble.

Fools rush in, so here I am,

Very glad to be unhappy.

Unrequited love’s a bore,

And I’ve got it pretty bad.

But for someone you adore,

It’s a pleasure to be sad

I’m so unhappy,

But oh, so glad.

Billie Holiday

Saturday Light

Take me out tonight

Where there's music and there's people

Who are young and alive

Driving in your car

I never never want to go home

Because I haven't got one anymore

Take me out tonight

Because I want to see people

And I want to see life

Driving in your car

Oh please don't drop me home

Because it's not my home, it's their home

And I'm welcome no more

Take me out tonight

Take me anywhere, I don't care

I don't care, I don't care

And in the darkened underpass

I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last

But then a strange fear gripped me

And I just couldn't ask

There is a light that never goes out

The Smiths

The phantom in your fingers

I'm the ghost in your house

Calling your name

My memory lingers

You'll never be the same

I'm the hole in your heart

I'm the stain in your bed

The phantom in your fingers

The voices in your head

One touch is all it took

To draw you in

To leave you hooked

One kiss, you paid the price

You had a taste

Of paradise

Now you're running in circles

Chasing imaginary footsteps

Reaching for shadows

In the bed where I once slept

Now you're falling to pieces

Seeing my face wherever you go

Talking to strangers

From a place they'll never know

Depeche Mode

Let Me Go

This is my freedom

This is my voice / my blind-eye choice

These are my movements

This is my trumpet

These are my drums

This is my moment again and again

I am my future

I am on my way

 Forever

Let me go 

Erik Truffaz

white lines

  

my ear is at my thought

I've heard the news I've heard before

that's why I'm on my knees

the word within

outside the snow make lines

across a naked mind

the church roof's given proof

these lines were made for me

and you

these lines were made for me and you

I feel assured today

my lips would say

on knees I pray

I see a dazzling light

these eyes could prove me right

white lines the smell is on my head

white lines the cup is in my hand

white lines the blood is running down the bridge

white lines the cup is in my hand

my knee is on the stair

Tenderloud

Aurum

  

  

Gold is a chemical element with the symbol Au (from Latin: aurum, "shining dawn", hence adjective, aureate) and an atomic number of 79. It has been a highly sought-after precious metal for coinage, jewelry, and other arts since the beginning of recorded history.

Pure gold has a bright yellow color and luster traditionally considered attractive, which it maintains without oxidizing in air or water.

It also has been linked to a variety of symbolisms and ideologies.

High quality pure metallic gold is tasteless and scentless.

Whereas most other pure metals are gray or silvery white, gold is yellow. This color is determined by the density of loosely bound (valence) electrons; those electrons oscillate as a collective "plasma" medium described in terms of a quasiparticle called plasmon. The frequency of these oscillations lies in the ultraviolet range for most metals, but it falls into the visible range for gold due to subtle relativistic effects that affect the orbitals around gold atoms.

In medieval times, gold was often seen as beneficial for the health, in the belief that something that rare and beautiful could not be anything but healthy. Even some modern esotericists and forms of alternative medicine assign metallic gold a healing power. 

Gold is the most malleable and ductile of all metals; a single gram can be beaten into a sheet of 1 square meter.

Gold leaf can be beaten thin enough to become translucent. The transmitted light appears greenish blue, because gold strongly reflects yellow and red. Such semi-transparent sheets also strongly reflect infrared light, making them useful as infrared (radiant heat) shields in visors of heat-resistant suits, and in sun-visors for spacesuits.

Gold can be used in food and has the E number 175.

Danziger Goldwasser (German: Gold water of Danzig) or Goldwasser is a traditional German herbal liqueur produced in what is today Gdańsk, Poland, and Schwabach, Germany, and contains flakes of gold leaf. There are also some expensive (~$1000) cocktails which contain flakes of gold leaf. However, since metallic gold is inert to all body chemistry, it adds no taste nor has it any other nutritional effect and leaves the body unaltered.

Aristotle in his ethics used gold symbolism when referring to what is now commonly known as the "golden mean". Similarly, gold is associated with perfect or divine principles, such as in the case of Phi, which is sometimes called the "golden ratio".

source:Wikipedia

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,

From the red cliff of the mountain,

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold,

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by,

From the thunder and the storm,

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

The Great Escape

Bad day, looking for a way,

home, looking for the great escape.

Gets in his car and drives away,

far from all the things that we are.

Puts on a smile and breathes it in

and breathes it out, he says,

bye bye bye to all of the noise.

Oh, he says, bye bye bye to all of the noise.

Hey child, things are looking down.

That’s okay, you don’t need to win anyways.

Don’t be afraid, just eat up all the gray

and it will fade all away.

Don’t let yourself fall down.

Bad day, looking for the great escape.

He says, bad day, looking for the great escape.

On a bad day, looking for the great escape,

the great escape.

Patrick Watson

Six Days

At the starting of the week

At summit talks you'll hear them speak

It's only Monday

Negotiations breaking down

See those leaders start to frown

It's sword and gun day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch

The news will hit you like a punch

It's only Tuesday

You never thought we'd go to war

After all the things we saw

It's April Fools' day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You hear a whistling overhead

Are you alive or are you dead?

It's only Thursday

You feel a shaking on the ground

A billion candles burn around

Is it your birthday?

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Make tomorrow come I think it's too late

DJ Shadow

Heaven

Everyone is trying to get to the bar.

The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven.

The band in Heaven they play my favorite song.

They play it one more time, they play it all night long.

Oh heaven, heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

Heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

There is a party, everyone is there.

Everyone will leave at exactly the same time.

When this partys over it will start again.

It will not be any different, it will be exactly the same.

Heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

When this kiss is over it will start again.

It will not be any different, it will be exactly

the same.

It's hard to imagine that nothing at all

could be so exciting, could be this much fun.

Oh, heaven, heaven is a place, a place where nothing, nothing ever happens.

Talking Heads

Aftermath

Aftermath: The Philosophy of the Beat Generation
Esquire Magazine 3/58

The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way--a vision gleaned from the way we had heard the word 'beat' spoken on streetcorners on Times Square and in the Village, in other cities in the downtown city night of postwar America--beat, meaning down and out but full of intense conviction--We'd even heard old 1910 Daddy Hipsters of the streets speak the word that way, with a melancholy sneer--It never meant juvenile delinquents, it meant characters of a special spirituality who didn't gang up but were solitary Bartlebies staring out the dead wall window of our civilization--the subterraneans heroes who'd finally turned from the 'freedom' machine of the West and were taking drugs, digging bop, having flashes of insight, experiencing the 'derangement of the senses,' talking strange, being poor and glad, prophesying a new style for American culture, a new style (we thought), a new incantation--The same thing was almost going on in the postwar France of Sartre and Genet and what's more we knew about it--But as to the actual existence of a Beat Generation, chances are it was really just an idea in our minds--We'd stay up 24 hours drinking cup after cup of black coffee, playing record after record of Wardell Gray, Lester Young, Dexter Gordon, Willie Jackson, Lennie Tristano and all the rest, talking madly about that holy new feeling out there in the streets- -We'd write stories about some strange beatific Negro hepcat saint with goatee hitchhiking across Iowa with taped up horn bringing the secret message of blowing to other coasts, other cities, like a veritable Walter the Penniless leading an invisible First Crusade- -We had our mystic heroes and wrote, nay sung novels about them, erected long poems celebrating the new 'angels' of the American underground--In actuality there was only a handful of real hip swinging cats and what there was vanished mightily swiftly during the Korean War when (and after) a sinister new kind of efficiency appeared in America, maybe it was the result of the universalization of Television and nothing else (the Polite Total Police Control of Dragnet's 'peace' officers) but the beat characters after 1950 vanished into jails and madhouses, or were shamed into silent conformity, the generation itself was shortlived and small in number.

Jack Kerouac

Empty Rooms

Loneliness is your only friend.

It's hard to take when love grows old.

You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

You hear her voice, but you're still proud,

so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.

But your heart tells you,

this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,

but the days drift on and on.

Empty rooms,

where we learn to live without love.

Gary Moore

I'm overpowered

Your data my data

The chromosomes match

Exact as in matter

A matter of fact

These amaranth feelings

A cognitive state

Need the love object

To reciprocate

When i think that I'm over you

I'm overpowered

As science struggles on

To try to explain

Oxy-toxins flowing

Ever into my brain

A chemical reason

If reason's your game

A chemical needing

Is there in the brain

With preprogrammed meanings

Like a little more pep

Alien feelings

We have to accept

When i think that I'm over you

I'm overpowered

It's long overdue

I'm overpowered

Roisin Murphy

Exit Through the Gift Shop

Movie Details: Exit Through the Gift Shop

The story of how an eccentric French shop keeper and amateur film maker attempted to locate and befriend Banksy, only to have the artist turn the camera back on its owner with spectacular results. Billed as 'the world's first street art disaster movie' the film contains exclusive footage of Banksy, Shephard Fairey, Invader and many of the world's most infamous graffiti artists at work.

Source: IMDB

Marathon Runners

The marathon is a long-distance running event with an official distance of 42.195 kilometres (26 miles and 385 yards),[1] that is usually run as a road race. The event was instituted in commemoration of the fabled run of the Greek soldier Pheidippides, a messenger from the Battle of Marathon (the namesake of the race) to Athens.

The marathon was one of the original modern Olympic events in 1896, though the distance did not become standardized until 1921. More than 500 marathons are contested throughout the world each year, with the vast majority of competitors being recreational athletes. Larger marathons can have tens of thousands of participants

source: wikipedia

To let myself go

  

To let myself go

To let myself flow

Is the only way of being

There's no use telling me

There's no use taking a step back

A step back for me...

Ane Brun