Friday, December 31, 2010

next stop 2011

Last day for 2010

the end is the beginning

A new sun is rising!!! 

Happy 2011 for all of us

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Inner City Blues

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Fore we see it you take it
Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain't livin', This ain't livin'
No, no baby, this ain't livin'

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life

Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can't pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we're heading
Oh, make me wanna holler
They don't understand

Marvin Gaye

Monday, December 27, 2010


Gravity on me,
Never let me down,
Gravity, with me

Gravity, never let,
Let me down...

I don't pull me down,
I don't pull me down,on me

Never let me go, No, No, gravity


Sunday, December 26, 2010

Living daylights

Comes the morning and the headlights fade away

Hundred thousand changes
everything is the same.
I've been waiting long for one of us to say:
Save the darkness
let it never fade away -
In the living daylights
living daylights.

Living daylights
- set your hopes up way too high -
Living daylights
- living in the way we die -


Saturday, December 25, 2010

The ice girl

You were looking for someone to keep you warm
You found me
You were looking for someone to dry your tears
You found me
You were looking for someone to not be alone
You found me

But I'm the ice girl freezing you
I am the ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you
The ice girl
I'm the ice girl freezing you to the bone
But now I'm gone

Emilie Simon

Friday, December 24, 2010

The nightmare before Xmas

What’s this? What’s this? There’s colour everywhere.
What’s this? There’s white things in the air.
What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes, I must be dreaming,
Wake up Jack, this isn’t fair.
What’s this?
What’s this? What’s this? There’s something very wrong.
What’s this? There’s people singing songs.
What’s this? The streets are lined with little creatures,
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?

What’s this?
There’s children throwing snowballs, instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys and absolutely no one’s dead.
There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes!
And in my bones I feel the warmth that’s coming from inside
Oh, look! What’s this? They’re hanging mistletoe
They kiss? Why that looks so unique.
Inspired! They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire.
What’s this?
What’s this, in here? They’ve got a little tree.
How queer. And who would ever think?
And why? They’re covering it with tiny little things,
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone, so now correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun, this looks like fun!
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?
Oh, my. What now? The children are asleep
But look. There’s nothing underneath.
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them or ensnare them
Only little cozy things secure inside their dreamland…

What’s this?!
The monsters are all missing and the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be good feeling all around.
Instead of scream I swear I can hear music in the air,
The smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere.
The sights! The sounds! They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt so good before,
this empty place inside of me is filling up, I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my own.
I’ve got to know, I’ve got to know, what is this place that I have found.

…Christmas town..? Hmmmm…

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Paint It Black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facin' up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin' sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes

Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black

Rolling Stones

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Xmas Insomnia

When the light above my head went bam!
I can't sleep, something's all over me,

Greasy, insomnia please release me,
And let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
Tearing off tights with my teeth.

But there's no relief,
I'm wide awake in my kitchen,

It's black and I'm lonely,
Oh, if I could only get some sleep,
Creaky noises make my skin creep,
I need to get some sleep,
I can't get no sleep....


Coming Up

What's the point of waiting
For life to come
I could go further
And no one's surprïsed
Your plans collapse, run off or fall apart...


Tuesday, December 21, 2010

When my baby comes

Thank God we don't get all our hurts at once
That would be a really bad thing

Thank God we don't get all our olds at one time
--Listen to me talking in my hospital gown!--

Best thing about this place are the showers
Worst thing is the visiting hours
--Hey, careful of the carpet!--

Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?

She got hands as white as milk
And weaves a web of spider's silk that glistens

When my baby comes

There is an ancient question behind her eyes
That I can't even begin to describe

When my baby comes

Is there anyone out there wasted their lives?
On booze drugs husbands wives and making money?

When my baby comes

Just how long you gonna be, my baby?
Until you come?


Monday, December 20, 2010

Hearts A Mess

Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

You have lost - Too much love

To fear, doubt and distrust - It’s not enough

You just threw away the key - To your heart

You don’t get burned - ’Cause nothing gets through

It makes it easier - Easier on you

But that much more difficult for me

To make you see…

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you can’t live like this


Sunday, December 19, 2010

(this Is Not A) Love Song

I was In A Forest last Friday Night, Saturday Morning

I heard the Guns Of Brixton and I Just Couldn't Get Enough

I thought you were Psyche and I wanted to give some Teenage Kicks because I was Too Drunk To Fuck

But I don't want to hurt u.Marian.

I Melt With You, while Making Plans For Nigel

I mean....In A Manner Of Speaking

Love Will Tear Us Apart

Nouvelle Vague

Saturday, December 18, 2010

This Must be the Place

I got plenty of time
You got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be

We drift in and out
Sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two

Talking Heads

Friday, December 17, 2010

Girls and Women

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true

It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

You're written in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown

Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows 
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please 
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease 
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

nico & velvet underground

Thursday, December 16, 2010

On returning

On returning,
I can't believe this world is still turning,
The pressure's on,
Because the pleasure hasn't gone

And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done
And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone

On competing, Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?,
It's all a game,
Existence is only a game

And I'm, Not sorry for, For the things I've done
And I'm, Not looking for, Just anyone

I'm, Slipping below the water line, 
I'm, Slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, 
And the race is won

Reject my hand, And, The damage is done

I'm, Slipping below the water line
I'm, Slipping below the water line

The woman of my dreams, She, She never came along
The woman of my dreams, Well, There never was one

And I'm, 
Not sorry for, 
For the things I've said
There's a wild man in my head, 
There's a wild man in my head 


Wednesday, December 15, 2010


 Broke a glass
As you walked through the door
Water fell right onto your face
You go off again
On about the same same thing
Sorry then
I'm not really though

You're so frail

Oh you're so frail

People Press Play

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Should S.Myles say Sorry?

Breeder gallery presents ELBABLE,

Scottish artist Scott Myles' second solo exhibition within the gallery. Myles will present a new body of work across two floors of The Breeder.

Myles regularly explores language within his works. ELBABLE is reminiscent of the palindrome "able was I ere I saw elba" attributed to Napoleon who purportedly uttered the works on first sighting the Italian island where he was imprisoned. 

The palindrome usefully underscores the split meaning and doubling that occurs in much of Myles' practice.

Scott Myles was born in Dundee, Scotland in 1975. He lives and works in Glasgow.

-- I always enjoy to visit the Breeder gallery...but I can't say the same for that expedition too.



Monday, December 13, 2010


OmIcrOn 2 presents Beckett

A piece of Monologue
Come and Go

Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde writer, dramatist and poet, writing in English and French. Beckett's work offers a bleak outlook on human culture and both formally and philosophically became increasingly minimalist in his later career.

As a student, assistant, and friend of James Joyce, Beckett is considered one of the last modernists; as an inspiration to many later writers, he is sometimes considered one of the first postmodernists. He is also considered one of the key writers in what Martin Esslin called "Theatre of the Absurd". 

As such, he is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.
Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his writing, which—in new forms for the novel and drama—in the destitution of modern man acquires its elevation".
[source: wikipedia]

Dates: 10, 11, 12 & 17, 18, 19 Δεκεμβρίου 2010
Ίδρυμα Μιχάλης Κακογιάννης

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Nektar & Ambrosia

Estamos salvos e estamos vivos
Agora não temos mais nada a perder
Nós nos tornamos imortais
Nós temos o alimento dos deuses

O alto das montanhas não tem mais segredo para a gente
Descalços caminhamos sobre o fogo
Podem até rir na nossa cara
Nós temos o alimento dos deuses


We are saved and we are living
Now we have nothing to lose
We become immortal
We have the food of the Gods

The high mountains have no more secrets for us
Walked barefoot over fire
They may even laugh in our faces
We have the food of the Gods

A Reminiscent Drive

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Everything In Its Right Place

Everything, everything, everything, everything
In its right place

Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything, everything, everything
In its right place
Right place

There are two colors in my head
What, what is that you try to say?
What, what was that you tried to say?



Friday, December 10, 2010

More than this

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing

Bryan Ferry

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Positively Inclined

A State of Mind
Funky with the rhymes and positively inclined
One of a kind sit back and recline

Development arresting, enveloped in the session,
Keep it mellow no aggression, making it fresh like
a tribe called quest
Cause we dwelling on this section, and if you
swellheaded and stressing,
Leave those fellers in recession

Yeah that's right, A State of Mind,
Funky with the rhymes and positively inclined

Wax Tailor

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Porcupine Jacket

 There ain't no sense complaining
on what you can't change,
cause the things you think you outta,
probably best left the same

Well no not me I never worry,
see cause me I never tried,
and I never cared to hold onto,
what I just couldn't kiss goodbye,

Well I got this boat load of trouble,
I'm gonna shove it off to sea,
sometimes you know it gets so heavy,
that I just cant move my feet

Well I caught you lookin',
long and hard at me,
well mister would you mind to tell me,
exactly what you see...

Tramps & Thieves

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


These New Puritans@Plisskën Fest

kLIMEK@Goethe Inst.

Chew Lips@Plisskën Fest

Wax Tailor@Kyttaro

These New Puritans@Plisskën Fest

Gold chair

 I'm not asking you stay forever
A few numbers on a dial
Long enough to see the sun down
Long enough to slow it down

Take hold of your pain
Let it fly
There's no shame
Stand still
This time
Close the door
For a moment you are mine


Monday, December 6, 2010

Set to fall in

I'm looking for you in the woods tonight,
I'm looking

Looking for you in my flashlight,
I'm searching

From in the high or down the ocean
And I face myself in reason
Gain the wolf
Conjure me as a child
Slipping down a webside

Stretch up I cannot reach him
Jumping up they drag him from the water
I watch them march him into life
I watch them take him from the pale

Into the sky for your eagle eye
The sun seeds a sickle and a scythe
Ridicule they won't allow
Quench abuse and let love flower
Rip the cage out of your chest
Let the chaos rule the rest

Show without showing
What you know without knowing

We're on a foreign shore
It was your mark of falling

And if you feel it you will fly
The sun should have been with me
When I was set to fall in

As I was set to fall in

Massive Attack

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Can you feel?

 Shadows dance back up, it's happening again
If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper:

"We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; but they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know"

Can't you see them floating like black ash?
Can't you feel them crawling down your back?
Can't you feel them breathing down your neck?

These New Puritans