Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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

Monday, November 29, 2010

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

Sunday, November 28, 2010

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

Saturday, November 27, 2010

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 






Friday, November 26, 2010

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

Thursday, November 25, 2010

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

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

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 

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

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

Monday, November 22, 2010

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

Saturday, November 20, 2010

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

Friday, November 19, 2010

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

Thursday, November 18, 2010

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

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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 

Monday, November 15, 2010

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

Sunday, November 14, 2010

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

Saturday, November 13, 2010

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

Friday, November 12, 2010

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

Thursday, November 11, 2010

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

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

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

Monday, November 8, 2010

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

Sunday, November 7, 2010

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

Saturday, November 6, 2010

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

Friday, November 5, 2010

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

Thursday, November 4, 2010

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

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

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

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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

Monday, November 1, 2010

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