Saturday, September 16, 2006

our man



sometimes i find i get to thinking of the past. we swore to each other then that our love would surely last. you kept right on loving, i went on a fast, now i am too thin and your love is too vast

[songs from a room: 'tonight will be fine']

Friday, September 08, 2006

[new ones too]



[with thanks to τ.]

twenty years ago i was just a boy... time goes so slow when you're havin' fun... my favourite stars are out tonight. so i feel somewhat justified, another excuse to confuse, abuse and forget myself. here i go... now i know... show me the river to drown all my sorrows... another blow on the bruise. another blow on the bruise. one touch of darkness and you know where you are. for this is my, my old true friend... and you know old friends are the best friends 'cause they know just who you are... they take you to a place where you can hide your disgrace and leave you all alone... swing low... swing high... my friends i never cry.

way down... deep low... to the place where we must go... another blow on the bruise. another blow on the bruise... i'm just the once upon a time man, inviting you to a dream of mine. so welcome, won't you come now? but just take your time and when you go back with those stories you gotta tell, just remember my heaven is another man's hell... the door is always open, the door is never closed... and the story is never told... so... show me the river to drown all my sorrows... another blow on the bruise, another blow on the bruise.

you can take me in, throw me out, cut me up, shut me out... nothing you do or say will change my ways. i've been there before and i've come back for more... so ya all gotta sing... singalong now! ... swing low! swing high! my friends i never cry. way down! deep low! to the place where you must go... to the place where you must go... another blow on the bruise. another blow on the bruise.

[gavin friday - 'another blow on the bruise']

Thursday, September 07, 2006

φθινόπωρο σαν άνοιξη



περιμένω τη διάδοση της ποίησης σ' αυτή την πόλη όπως τη διάδοση ενός νέου μικροβίου

[η τζούλια τσιακίρη, των εκδόσεων 'το ροδακιό', στον m. hulot - στην, επιστρέψασα απ' τις διακοπές της, lifo]