Little Girl Blue

Sit there

and count your fingers.

What can you do?

Old girl, you're through

Sit there

and count your little fingers

unlucky little girl blue.

Sit there

count the raindrops

falling on you.

It's time you knew

All you can count on

is the raindrops

that fall on little girl blue

No use, old girl

you may as well surrender

your hope is getting slender

Why won't somebody send

a tender blue boy

to cheer the little the girl blue?

When I was very young

the world was younger than I

as merry as a carousel.

The circust tent was strung

with every star in the sky

above the ring I loved so well

Now the young world has grown old

gone are the tinsel and gold.

No use, old girl

you may as well surrender

your hope is getting slender

Why won't somebody send

a tender blue boy

to cheer the little the girl blue?

cheer little girl blue

Anita O' Day

War in heaven

Wait, a war in heaven

Wait, a war in heaven

I hate it when they forget

To let people live

Wait, a war in heaven

I hate it when they forget

To let people live

Slowly we come

There's blood on the chair

In this tender life

The Raveonettes

Winter Song

The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age

Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings.

The bitter is hard and the warmth of your skin

Is diseased with familiar caresses.

Withdrawing from splendor and royal decay

Among all the triumphs and jaded awards

The angry and blazing circus of sun

Blasphemes as the crown prince arises.

You cannot beget all the sins that you owe

To the people of paradise magic

Pretend to answer passion and form

With foreign rationalizations.

Primroses are the jewels that lurk

Among masks of pleasure that flicker with doubt

Embraces of fame that's simultaneously fear

To advance and demand to be recognized.

The river shall flow through hollow green faces

Of caricature's resentment etched out of the tongues.

Both reluctant princess asleep before birth

The classical sensitive failures.

The worshipping wicked cling to the dark of your heart

Lying there and wait with your angels

Moan and ravish from dawn to dusk

The avaricious young lovers.

Nico

Pathos y Lagrimas

Life is good when life is gone

And time dissolves the strongest love

And I could die

No one's inside

Unlike the rest





 

I miss you for best

You never, ever,






ever cared

Mood Rings

Gaucho

With fire to keep us warm

and tools we made from rocks and bones

A roof over your head

and walls to keep you safe in bed





 

There must be more than this

So God was born 

and we in his image of fear and love

looked down upon from up above

We gotta do much more than believe

if we really wanna change things

We gotta do much more than believe

if we wanna see the world change

We crossed the oceans wide

built cities to the sky oh Lord

Looked up and we were flying

but will we not survive ourselves

What will I say to my baby

Let me show you a movie

we landed a man on the moon

Now you could never believe it

ya we could do anything

We flew to the stars and back

down to the ground hard

Please wake up

We gotta do much more than believe

if we really wanna change things




 

You know we landed a man on the moon

I know it's hard to imagine

but we could do anything

under the stars.

Dave Matthews Band

Anaximandros in Foukousima

Anaximandros in Foukousima

A solo exhibition by Zisis Kotionis
02.10.2014 - 16.11.2014

Benaki Museum

Within the pre-Socratic cosmologies the weakened technical thinking of western civilization exists already. The fabrications and the tools of technique simultaneously lead to the destruction of the world, which they interpret, salvaging something from the poetics of the original thought.

 

 
Thus, reading the pre-Socratics establishes a form of wandering among the ruins of technical civilization, ruins accumulated on the ground, swept away by the tide of the ocean, oxidized from the burning of the omnipresent first matter.

 

The word of Anaximander and the other pre-Socratic scholars follows the traveller in an endless roaming and an open stay without destination; feeble proof of this open-air wandering in a background of destruction, accumulated and rearranged in a rough archive.

 

The museum, by a "tampered" use of its exhibition mechanism, presents a random archive of fragments of technique while at the same time becomes part of the technical civilization, in its disrepair.

Objects in Mirror

Read carefully, become familiar 

Consult for advice and assistance 

Statements preceded by the following words

Are of special significance 

Keep one of them in a safe place 

Make a note of the number in case 

You ever need to have a duplicate made.




 

If worn or frayed 

Or if their condition is doubtful 

Replace both front and rear 

Objects in Mirror are closer than they appear 

Check all items periodically 

Expect the unexpected 

Procedures other than those below

Could cause your claim to be rejected 

Remove cover, locate and identify each piece 

Position notches at right angles, push backward to release 

Do not splash on skin or in eyes

Turn counterclockwise 

with arrow pointing forward, 

As pressure starts to increase, stand clear. 

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear.

Matthew Young

Mesh and Lace

You left without time for me to see

The full event that took the place of me

I felt the pain, saw the strife

The walls moved in, my thoughts will spin

It’s all the time now, there’s no way out

No way out

I’m trapped, encased, entombed, mesh and lace

Trapped in a maze of mesh and lace

It’s all the time now, there’s no way out

No way out

Trapped in a maze of mesh and lace (x4)

Modern English

All apologies

What else should I be

All apologies

What else should I say

Everyone is gay

What else should I write

I don't have the right

What else should I be

All apologies

In the sun

In the sun I feel as one

In the sun

In the sun

Married

Buried

I wish I was like you

Easily amused

Find my nest of salt

Everything is my fault

I'll take all the blame

Aqua seafoam shame

Sunburn with freezer burn

Choking on the ashes of her enemy

In the sun

In the sun I feel as one

In the sun

All in all is all we are.

Nirvana