season's greetings - auguri

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This is not a "gift", but my personal and intimate way to make you my best wishes of a Merry Christmas and a Happy 2009!

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Non è un "regalo", ma il mio modo personale e profondo di rivolgerti i miei migliori auguri di un Buon Natale e un Felice 2009!

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Edward Hopper / "Hotel Lobby"

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Bryan Ferry / "Slave To Love"

Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place

With the tired and weary and there's no escape.

To need a woman you've got to know

How the strong get weak and the rich get poor.

Slave to love

slave to love.



You're running with me

don't touch the ground.

We're the restless hearted

not the chained and bound.

The sky is burning

a sea of flame



Though your world is changing I will be the same.

Slave to love

slave to love.



Slave to love

slave to love



No

I can't escape

I'm a slave to love.



The storm is breaking or so it seems



We're too young to reason to grown up to dream.

Now spring is turning your face to mine



I can hear your laughter

I can see your smile.



Slave to love

slave to love

. . .

Slave to love

slave to love

. . .

Slave to love

no

I can't escape

I'm a slave to love.

Siave to love. no. I can't escape. I'm a slave to love.

Roxy Music / "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
More than this - tell me one thing
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
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #488

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KTU / "Optikus"

Orchestral Manoeuvers In The Dark / "Junk Culture"

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #486

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Aerosmith / "Dream On"

Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It goes by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dreams come true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On

Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away......

Eric Drooker / "Butterfly Factory"

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"Whipping Post" / Allman Brothers Band

I've been run down and I've been lied to.
And I don't know why, I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecks my new car.
Now she's with one of my good time buddies,
They're drinkin in some cross-town bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin post.
Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin you.
Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you've done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
And I can't run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin post.
Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whippin post.
Tied to the whippin post, tied to the whippin post.
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin.

Caravaggio / "Judith Beheading Holofernes"

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Timothy Leary / "Think for yourself"

Think for yourself
Question authority

Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities - the political, the religious, the educational authorities - who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing - forming in our minds - their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself.

Think for yourself.
Question authority.

Raymond Pettibon / "Use the Moon"

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Frank Sinatra / "My Way"

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill; my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
"No, oh no not me
I did it my way"

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way!

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #482

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Robert Frost / "Acquainted with the Night"

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #480

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Aphrodite's Child / "It's Five o'clock"

It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head
but then still
no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by

It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be

It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy
thus so
And so I go back to the years that have past me by

It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be

It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too

Premiata Forneria Marconi / "Impressioni di Settembre"

Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me,
cerco il sole ma non c'è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l'odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor piú in là,
sembra quasi un mera l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già
fuggito…
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono come, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già:
il giorno come sempre sarà.
Aria tersa d'un settembre che pare senza fine
aria già fredda
acqua già fredda…
intorno irripetibili colori e silenzi
e foglie cadute e cadute
e nubi bige a rimpiattino
e il mio rabbrividire...
ia giacca stretta al petto...
un sapore di uva...
e dita attaccatticce...
e il giorno
come vai bello
come sempre possente:
Come sempre....

Procol Harum / "A Whiter Shade of Pale"

We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
Whe we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

The Animals / "The House of the Rising Sun"

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next [poster]

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Manic Street Preachers / "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next" [rehearsals]

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
'So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists'

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next


'And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days'

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next

Eric Drooker / "Institutional Grief"

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Audioslave / "Cochise"

Well I been watchin’
While you been coughin
I’ve been drinking life
While you been nausous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I got just one thing
That I can offer

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Well I’m not a martyr
I’m not a prophet
And I won’t preach to you
But heres a caution
You better understand
That I won’t hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won’t stop it

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Go if you want
And I’ll see you in the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing

Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea

Eric Drooker / "Golden Gated City"

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The Nice / "The Thoughts Of Emerlist Davjack"

I’m going back, going back to be young again
To find the time to develop my mind and be kind
To really see, to really hear
To really live, to really love and be kind

When I was young
You said I was right
When everything moved
I wandered out of sight

I’m going back
I’m going back
I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young, young, going back
I’m going back to be young again
Oh, I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #478

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Atomic Rooster / "Devil's Answer"

People are looking but they don't know what to do
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
Three, five and seven lift the heaviest load
reach the top of the heaven that's fallen below
Devil may care but you wish for the best
Can't you see there's an answer that lies there
Come all you sinners and keep with the time
can we see all the faces that have fallen behind
Don't make the reason it's a secret for you
There's a clue to the answer we all know
There's no clue to the answer we all know
People are looking but they don't know what to do
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
It's a clue to the answer we all chase

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #479

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Primal Scream / "Some Velvet Morning"

Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate

Kate:
Flowers growing on a hill
Dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name

Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate

Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name

Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate

Bobby:
Some velvet morning when I'm straight

Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know

Bobby:
I'm gonna open up your gate

Kate:
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch

Il Genio / "Pop Porno"

Tu sei cattivo con me
perché ti svegli alle tre
per guardare quei film
un po’ porno

Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi guardi come se
io fossi un’attrice
porno

Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno

Tu sei cattivo con me
perché ti piace sognare
quei tipi di donna
un po’ porno

Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi lasci da sola
e ti guardi quei film
un po’ porno

Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno

Ma quando viene sera
tu mi parli d’amore
e guardandomi negli occhi
mi fai sentire davvero
una donna un po’ porno

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #475

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Steve Howe / "Mood for a Day" [live]

Edward Hopper / "Compartment C, Car 293"

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Art of Noise / "Moments in Love"

John Lennon / "Working Class Hero"

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and class less and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

Black Sabbath / "War Pigs"

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor
Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!
Now in darkness, world stops turning
As the war machine keeps burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has sturck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
ALL RIGHT NOW!

Black Sabbath / "Paranoid"

Finished with my woman
'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane
because I am frowning all the time

All day long I think of things
but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind
if I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me, occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me
the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness,
I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh
and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and
love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words
telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life
I wish I could but it's too late

The Cult / "She Sells Sanctuary"

Oh the heads that turn
Oh, the heads that turn
Make my back burn
Make my back burn
Oh the heads that turn
And those heads that turn
Make my back burn
Make my back, make my back burn
The sparkle in your eyes

Keeps me alive
The sparkle in your eyes
The sparkle in your eyes
Keeps me alive
Keeps me alive
And the sparkle in your eyes
And the world and the world
Keeps me alive, keeps me alive
The world turns around

And the world and the world
The world
The world drags me down
And the world turns around
Oh the heads that turn
The world and the world, yeah
Make my back burn
The world drags me down
The fire in your eyes keeps me alive

The fire in your eyes keeps me alive
Oh, the heads that turn
Im sure in her youll find
Make my back burn
The sanctuary
And those heads that turn
Im sure in her youll find
Make my back, make my back burn, yeah
The sanctuary

And the world and the world
Yeah-hey...
The world turns around

And the world and the world
The fire in your eyes
The world drags me down
Keeps me alive
And the fire in your eyes
Keeps me alive
Im sure in her youll find
The sanctuary
Im sure in her youll find
The sanctuary

And the world
The world turns around
And the world and the world
The world drags me down
And the world and the world and the world
The world turns around
And the world and the world and the world and the world
The world drags me down

Ah...

Hey-yeah...

And the world
And the world turns around
And the world and the world
Yeah, the world drags me down
And the world
Yeah, the world turns around
And the world and the world
The world drags me down

Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary

Probot / "Shake Your Blood"

Looking for relief in your miserable life
You need some rock and roll
And you better get it right
Got to roll them bones,
Do everything they say
If you're cool, you're the fool.
Make it work everyday.

Rock out, make it quick
My, my, my, let it rip
Rock out, feeling good.
Break your heart. Shake your blood.

Out upon the stage, crowd is going wild,
Love to see them women, babe
I ain't in denial.
Make you crazy too. Make you show it out.
Feeling good, get some wood
You should, You knew you could

Rock out, do it now
My, my, my, show me how
Rock out, make it good.
Break your heart. Shake your blood

Want to be a winner, want to be the man.
Want to drive yourself insane,
Join up with the band
Want to fall in love, want to make your mark
Want to get out in the storm, want to break
A thousand hearts

Rock out, strike it rich
My, my, my, it's a bitch
Rock out, I knew you could
Break your heart. Shake your blood

Nine Inch Nails / "1.000.000" [live at rehearsals]

kind of hard
hard to see
when you crawl
on your hands and your knees
with your face
in the trough
wait your turn
while they finish you off
don’t know when it started
don’t know how
should have found out
should have happened by now
got these lines
on my face
after all this time
and i still haven’t found my place

i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don’t feel any thing at all

i wake up
on the floor
start it up again
like it matters anymore
i don’t know
if it does
is this really all
that there ever was?
put the gun
in my mouth
close your eyes
blow my fucking brains out
pretty patterns
on the floor
that’s enough for you
but i still need more

i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don’t feel any thing at all



(download "The Slip", the full album containing "1.000.00", at http://theslip.nin.com/ or http://www.archive.org/details/nine_inch_nails_the_slip)

King Crimson / "Requiem"

For all my forever gone friends. I miss you all.

Remo Four / "Peter Gunn"

Remo Four / "Like a Rolling Stone"

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for thats not good.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
You'd better take that diamond ring,
you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him because you can't refuse
You ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone?

Remo Four / "In the first place" (from the movie "Wonderwall")

Remo Four / "Ain't Love Good, Ain't Love Proud"

Remo Four / "Rock Candy"

Remo Four / "Live like a lady"

Remo Four / "Sing Hallelujah"

Björk / "Declare Independence"

Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!
Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!

Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!
Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!

Start your own currency!
Make your own stamp
Protect your language

Declare independence
Don't let them do that to you
Declare independence
Don't let them do that to you

Make your own flag!

Raise your flag! Higher, higher!

Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!
Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!

Damn colonists
Ignore their patronizing
Tear off their blindfolds
Open their eyes

Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!
Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!

With a flag and a trumpet
Go to the top of your highest mountain!

Raise your flag! Higher, higher!

Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!
Declare independence!
Don't let them do that to you!

Raise the flag! Higher, higher!

Edward Hopper / "Drug Store"

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Radka Toneff / "Ballad of the Sad Young Men"

Sing a song of sad young men, glasses full of rye

All the news is bad again, kiss your dreams goodbye

All the sad young men, sitting in the bars

Knowing neon nights, and missing all the stars



All the sad young men, drifting through the town

Drinking up the night, trying not to drown



All the sad young men, singing in the cold

Trying to forget, that they're growing old



All the sad young men, choking on their youth

Trying to be brave, running from the truth



Autumn turns the leaves to gold, slowly dies the heart

Sad young men are growing old, that's the cruelest part



All the sad young men, seek a certain smile

Someone they can hold, for just a little while



Tired little girl, does the best she can

Trying to be gay, for a sad young men



While a grimy moon, watches from above

All the sad young men, who play at making love



Misbegotten moon shine for sad young men

Let your gentle light guide them home again

All the sad, sad, sad, young men

Arielle & Heather

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"Blackest Eyes" was Arielle's favourite Porcupine Tree song. Arielle Daniel was a 17-years-old blue eyed girl from Oak Creek (Wisconsin). She was a big PT fan and founded PT's group on Myspace. Particularly, Arielle was an extraordinarily talented photographer, who loved to make unconventional photos of everything surrounded her. On the 12th November, 2005, Arielle was taking photos over the railroad together with her close friend, Heather Bates, who was 14 at that time.

Accidentally, an incoming train killed them.

"Way Out of Here" video, directed by danish photographer and film-maker Lasse Hoile, is dedicated to Arielle's memory, as stated by Steve Wilson in Milwaukee (Wisconsin) on 2nd June, 2007, to her family during a PT's show:

«This is for Arielle».

Porcupine Tree / "Way Out of Here"

Out at the train tracks
I dream of escape
But a song comes onto my iPod
And I realize it's getting late

I can't take the staring
And the sympathy
And I don't like the questions,
"How do you feel? How's it going in school? We know you want to talk about it..."

Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead

And I'm trying to forget you
And I know that I will
In a thousand years
Or maybe a week

Burn all your pictures
Cut out your face
The shutters are down
And the curtains are closed
And I've covered my tracks
Disposed of the car

And I'm trying to forget
Even your name
And the way that you look
When you're sleeping, dreaming of this

Way out, way out of here
Fade out, wait up ahead

Way out, way out of here
Fade out, fade up ahead

Porcupine Tree / "Blackest Eyes"

A mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
And all his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It's so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

A few minutes with me inside my van
Should be so beautiful if we can
I'm feeling something taking over me

Van Halen / "Fire in the Hole"

in a word to the wisdom tooth
to tell, or not the truth
so open up and say ahh-men
rinse cup, then spit again

forked tongue in double speak
pretty soon you just might
spring a leak
inhale before you begin
your iron lung's a bag of wind

there's a fire in the hole
fire in the hole
there's a fire in the hole, fire

sweet 'n' sour, filiblister
faucet pouring, fresh 'n' bitter
come on smile and say cheese
on a count of three
got a mindful of decavities

chew your words, lest you choke
you better watch your mouth
wash it out with soap
tongue tied in a tangled web
your bile inside better left unsaid

there's a fire in the hole
fire in the hole
there's a fire in the hole, fire

rudder of ship, which sets the course
does not the bit, bridle the horse
great is the forest, set by a small flame
like a tongue on fire, no one can tame

Porcupine Tree / "Piano Lessons"

I remember piano lessons
The hours in freezing rooms
Cruel ears and tiny hands
Destroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out there
Too much already said
You'd better give up hoping
You're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak of
No class, no wit, no soul
Forget you own agenda
Get ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine Keeler
Sleepwaking in the rain
I didn't mean to lose direction
I didn't want that kind of fame
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence
(if not just credit me)
I come in value packs of ten
(in five varieties)
And even though I got it all now
My only stupid dream
I see you and me together
And how it should have been
I remember piano lessons
Now everything seems clear
You waiting under streetlights
For dreams to disappear

Van Halen / "Without You"

Hey you, wake up, get yourself together
yeah you, so you think you made it better
'cause you know it's coming at you
While your back is turned
Look too long and I can't help you
So clear your head, find a way home
Better make up your mind

First you say that you will
Then you say you won't
Well I'm just trying to figure
Try and figure you out

How long can this go on
Tell me what is wrong
And maybe there's a way
That we can work it out

There must be some kind of way
That we can make it right
But I, I just can't do it all
Without you, without you

Hey fool, wise up, better late than never
Yeah you, you know that nothing lasts forever
Nobody ever told you that your
Time is running out
Too bad and I can't help you

How long can this go on
Tell me what is wrong
And maybe there's a way
That we can work it out

There must be some kind of way
That we can make it right
But I, I just can't do it all
Without you, without you

The point i'm trying to make
You got to give more than you take
You gotta give, give more than you take
Gotta, gotta, gotta work it out

Edward Hopper / "Rooms for Tourists"

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King Crimson / "Dinosaur" [live]

Long ago and far away in a different age
When I was a dumb young guy
Fossilized photos of my life then
Illustrate what an easy prey I must have been
Standing in the sun, idiot savant
Something like a monument
I’m a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

Ignorance has alway been something I excel in
Followed by naivete and pride
Doesn’t take a scientist to see how
Any clever predator could have a piece of me
Standing in the sun, idiot savant
Something like a monument
I’m a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

When I look back on the past
It’s a wonder I’m not yet extinct
All the mistakes and bad judgements I made
Nearly pushed me to the brink
It doesn’t pay to be too nice
It’s the one thing I have learned
Still, I made my fossil bed
Now I toss and turn

I’m a dinosaur, somebody is digging my bones

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #309

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The Who / "Love Reign O'er Me"

Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.

Love, Reign o'er me
Love, Reign o'er me, rain on me

Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high

Love Reign O'er me

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can't sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

Edward Hopper / "Light at Two Lights"

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Penguin Cafe Orchestra / "Perpetuum Mobile" [live]

Edward Hopper / "House by the Railroad"

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Penguin Cafe Orchestra / "Music for a Found Harmonium" [live]

Edward Hopper / "Gas"

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California Guitar Trio / "Classical Gas"

Lasse Hoile / "Paris Wheel"

Porcupine Tree / "Normal"

Here is my car, my phone and my TV
I've got it all but you can see through me

But am I here? It's kind of hard to tell
I do a good impression of myself
But what's normal now anyhow?

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way they wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way they wish away each day

Prescription drugs they help me through the day
And that restraining order keeps me well at bay
But what's normal now anyway?

Sullen and bored the kids stay
And in this way they wish away each day
Stoned in the mall the kids play
And in this way they wish away each day

Wish I was old and a little sentimental
You gotta see the waves,
not the wine bottle.

Lasse Hoile / "Girl in a Box"

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Porcupine Tree / "Fear of a Blank Planet"

Sunlight coming through the haze
No gaps in the blinds
To let it inside
The bed is unmade,
Some music still plays

TV, yeah it's always on
The flicker on the screen
A movie actress screams
I'm basking the shit flowing out of it

I'm stoned in the mall again
Terminally bored
Shuffling round the stores
And shoplifting is getting so last year's thing

X-Box is a god to me
A finger on the switch
My mother is a bitch
My father gave up ever trying to talk to me

Don't try engaging me
The vaguest of shrugs
The prescription drugs
You'll never find a person inside

My face is Mogadon
Curiosity has given up on me
I'm tuning out desires
The pills are on the rise

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here

I'm through with pornography
The acting is lame
The action is tame
Explicitly dull
Arousal annulled

Your mouth should be boarded up
Talking all day with nothing to say
Your shallow proclamations
All misinformation

My friend says he wants to die
He's in a band, they sound like Pearl Jam
Their clothes are all black
The music is crap

In school I don't concentrate
And sex is kinda fun, but just another one
Of all the empty ways of using up the day

How can I be sure I'm here?
The pills that I've been taking confuse me
I need to know that someone sees that
There's nothing left, I simply am not here

Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with this boredom
Bipolar disorder
Can't deal with this boredom

You don't try to be liked
You don't mind
You feel no sun
You steal a gun
To kill time

You're somewhere
You're nowhere
You don't care
You catch the breeze
You still the leaves
So now where?

Eric Drooker / "Drowning Hand"

A Perfect Circle / "Judith"

You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the savior has abandoned you
Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why

It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralyzed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you

Oh so many many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Pray to your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break
Never---choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who did this to you
You never thought to question why

Not like you killed someone
It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you..

Eric Drooker / "Censorship"

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A Perfect Circle / "Imagine"

Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

(Imagine all the people sharing all the world)

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

Eric Drooker / "Apartheid Wall"

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A Perfect Circle / "3 Libras"

threw you the obvious... and you flew with it on your back
a name in your recollection
down among a million same
difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over...
when i've looked right through to see you naked and oblivious...
and you don't see me
but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind
the eyes of a fallen angel... eyes of a tragedy
and here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded
but i see
see through it all
see through
see you
cause i threw you the obvious
just to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel
eyes of a tragedy
oh well
oh well
apparently nothing
apparently nothing at all
you don't, you don't, you don't
see me
you don't you don't you don't see me
you don't
you don't see me
you don't see me at all

Edward Hopper / "Cape Cod Afternoon"

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Interpol / "The Heinrich Maneuver"

How are things on the west coast?
I hear you're moving real fine
You wear those shoes like a dove
Now strut those shoes we go roaming in the night
Well how are things on the west coast?
You keep it moving to your soul's delight
Now I've tried the brakes
I tried but you know it's a lonely ride
How are things the west coast?
Oh I'd move heaven behind those eyes

Today my heart swings
Yeah today my heart swings
But I don't want to take your heart
And I don't want a piece of history
No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore
My god
'Cause today my heart swings
Yeah today my heart swings

How are things on the west coast?
Hear you're moving real fine tonight
You wear those shoes side to side
Ah, strut those shoes
We'll go roaming in the night
Well how are things on the west coast?
Yeah but you're an actress
I don't identify

Today my heart swings
Yeah today my heart swings
Say it
But I don't want to play the part
And I don't want a taste of victory
No, I don't want to read your thoughts anymore,
My God
'Cause today my heart swings
Yeah today my heart swings

Say it
'Cause today my heart swings
Yeah today my heart swings

Let it come
'Cause I've got a chance for a sweet sane life
I said I've got a dance and you'll do just fine
Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes
Let it come.
Well I've got a chance for a sweet sane life
said I've got a dance
it moves into the night
Well I've got a plan with forward in my eyes

But today my heart swings

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #302

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Interpol / "NYC"

I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed
But

New York cares
(Got to be some more change in my life)

The subway she is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed

It is up to me now, turn on the bright lights

Francesco Lauretta / "Le Metafisiche"

Interpol / "PDA"

Yours is the only version of my desertion that I could ever subscribe to
That is all that I can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, I'm raping all around me
Until the last drop is behind you
But you're so cute when you're frustrated, dear
Yeah, you're so cute when you're sedated, oh dear

Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can...
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight.

You are the only person who's completely certain there's nothing here to be into
That is all that you can do
You are a past sinner, the last winner, and everything we've come to makes you you

But you cannot safely say that while I will be away, you will not consider sadly
How you helped me to stray
And you will not reach me I am resenting a position that's past resentment and now
I can't consider, and now there is this distance, so...

Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can...
Sleep tight, grim rite, we have two hundred couches where you can
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight,
Sleep tonight.

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #476

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The Who / "Behind Blue Eyes" [live]

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Hieronymous Bosch / "The Ship of Fools"

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Marillion / "Fugazi" [live]

Vodka intimate, an affair
with isolation in a Blackheath cell,
extinguishing the fires in a private hell,
provoking the heartache to renew the licence
of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule
propping up the crust of the glitter conscience
wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover,
baptised in the tears from the real, tears from the real
drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line,
rat race, scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth,
caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition,
an albatross in the marrytime tradition,
sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion,
aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation,
she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart
she hung herself around my neck.
From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles,
safe and dry in my sea of troubles,
nine to five with suitable ties,
cast adrift as their sideshow,
peepshow, stereo hero, becalm, bestill,
bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real.
The Thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now
praying deportation for his sacred cow,
a legacy of romance from a twilight world
the dowry of a relative mystery girl.
A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union,
a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs,
Magdalenes contracts more than favours
the feeding hands of western promise
hold her by the throat, a son of a swastika of '45
parading a peroxide standard,
graffiti disciples testaments of hatred,
aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights
trim the barbed wire hedges,
this is Brixton chess.
A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle,
a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin,
he'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call,
and linger with the heartburn
of Good Friday's last supper
son watches father scan obituary columns in search
of absent school friends,
while his generation digests
high fibre ignorance,
cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows.
Decriminalised genocide,
provided door to door Belsens
Pandora's box of holocausts
gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens,
waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button,
the penultimate migration,
radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably,
for the terminally insane, insane,
d-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise?
D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi?
where are the prophets, where are the visionaries,
where are the poets, to breach the dawn
of the sentimental mercenary.

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #472

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Marillion / "Assassing"

I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis

On the sacrificial altar to success, my friend
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend
No incantations of remorse, my friend
Unsheathe the blade within the voice, my friend
My friend, my friend, my friend

I am the assassin

Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot
Who camouflaged emotion in a thousand yard stare
Who gouged the notches from the family tree
Who hypnotised the guilt in career rhythm trance

Assassing, assassing, assassing, assassing
Listen to the blade, feel the blade!

Listen as the syllables of slaughter cat with calm precision
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sow the ice incision
Adjectives of annihilation
Bury the point beyond redemption
Venomous verbs of ruthless candour
Plagiarise assassins fervour
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell
The creed of tempered diction

My friend, your friend the assassin
My friend, your friend the assassin
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
A friend in need is a friend that bleeds
Let bitter silence infect the wound
Let bitter silence infect the wound

I am the assassin, my friend
I am the assassin, my friend
I am the assassin, my friend

You were a sentimental mercenary in a free fire zone parading a hollywood conscience
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish
Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success
A non com observer
I assassin the collector
Defector

So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend
To eradicate the problem, my friend
Unsheathe the blade within the voice, within the voice
Within the voice, within the voice

And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins anyway, my friend?

Airtoons...

Wystan Hugh Auden / "Funeral Blues"

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Edward Hopper / "Corn Hill (Truro, Cape Cod)"

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Sigur Rós, / "Glósóli"

Nú vaknar þú
Allt virðist vera breytt
Eg gægist út
En er svo ekki neitt
Ur-skóna finn svo
A náttfötum hún
I draumi fann svo
Eg hékk á koðnun?

Með sólinni er hún
Og er hún, inni hér

En hvar ert þú....

Legg upp í göngu
Og tölti götuna
Sé ekk(ert) út
Og nota stjörnurnar
Sit(ur) endalaust hún
Og klifrar svo út.

Glósóli-leg hún
Komdu út

Mig vaknar draum-haf
Mitt hjartað, slá
Ufið hár.

Sturlun við fjar-óð
Sem skyldu-skrá.

Og hér ert þú...

Fannst mér.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú
Glósóli.....

Og hér ert þú

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Now that you're awake
Everything seems different
I look around
But there's nothing at all

Put on my shoes, I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I'm hung by (an) anticlimax

She is with the sun
And it's out here

But where are you...

Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can't see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out

She's the glowing sun
So come out

I awake from a nightmare
My heart is beating
Out of control…

I've become so used to this craziness
That it's now compulsory

And here you are...

I'm feeling...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are,
Glowing sun...

And here you are...

Francisco Goya / "El sueño de la razon produce monstruos"

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KTU / "Absinthe"

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles / strip #468

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Marillion / "Kayleigh"

Do you remember, chalk hearts melting on a playground wall?
Do you remember, dawn escaped from moonwashed college halls?
Do you remember, the cherry blossom in the market square?
Do you remember, I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never meant to break your heart.
So sorry I never meant to break your heart.
But you broke mine.
Kayleigh is it too late to say I'm sorry.
Kayleigh could we get it together again.
I can't go on pretending that it came to a natural end.
Kayleigh I never thought I'd miss you,
and Kayleigh I'd hoped that we'd always be friends.
We said our love would last forever,
so how did it come to this bitter end.
Do you remember, barefoot on the lawn with shooting stars
Do you remember, loving on the floor in Belsize Park
Do you remember, dancing in stilletos in the snow
Do you remember, you never understood I had to go.
By the way, didn't I break your heart ?
Please excuse me I never meant to break your heart
So sorry, I never meant to break your heart,
But you broke mine.
Kayleigh, I just want to say I'm sorry,
but Kayleigh I'm too scared to pick up the phone.
To find you've found another lover to patch up our broken home.
Kayleigh, I'm still trying to write that love song,
Kayleigh it's more important to me now you're gone.
Maybe it'll prove that we were right
Or it will prove that I was wrong.

Edward Hopper / "The Lighthouse at Two Lights"

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Nirvana / "Smells Like Teen Spirit"

Load up on guns
Bring your friends
Its fun to lose
And to pretend
Shes overboard
Myself assured
I know I know
A dirty word

Hello (x 16)

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

Im worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello (x 16)

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

And I forget
Just what it takes
And yet I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
Its hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello (x 16)

With the lights out its less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea

The Greatest Try of All Time

Pink Floyd / "Wearing the Inside Out"

From morning to night I stayed out of sight
Didn't recognize I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word...overrun

Won't hear a sound
From my mouth
I've spent too long
On the inside out
My skin is cold
To the human touch
This bleeding heart's
Not beating much

I murmured a vow of silence and now
I don't even hear when I think aloud
Extinguished by light I turn on the night
Wear its darkness with an empty smile

I'm creeping back to life
My nervous system all awry
I'm wearing the inside out

Look at him now
He's paler somehow
But he's coming round
He's starting to choke
It's been so long since he spoke
Well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see
Clear through the clouds that covered me
Just give it time then speak my name
Now we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out
For the day
When all the clouds
Have blown away
I'm with you now
Can speak your name
Now we can hear
Ourselves again

(sung by Rick Wright 28/7/1943 - 15/9/2008 R.I.P.)

Porcupine Tree / "Radioactive Toy"

Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain

Give me the freedom to destroy
Give me radioactive toy

Taste the water from a stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath

Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin

Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
Spit the dirt out and try to say...

Edward Hopper / "Nighthawks"

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Lawrence Ferlinghetti / "I Am Waiting"

I am waiting for my case to come up
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting
for the discovery
Of a new symbolic western frontier
and I am waiting
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder


I am waiting for the second coming
And I am waiting
For a religious revival
To sweep thru the state of Arizona
And I am waiting
For the grapes of wrath to stored
And I am waiting
For them to prove
That God is really American
And I am waiting
To see God on television
Piped into church altars
If they can find
The right channel
To tune it in on
And I am waiting
for the last supper to be served again
and a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder


I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder


I am waiting for the great divide to be crossed
and I anxiously waiting
For the secret of eternal life to be discovered
By an obscure practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and TV rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder


I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am waiting for retribution
for what America did to Tom Sawyer
and I am waiting
for the American Boy
to take off Beauty's clothes
and get on top of her
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder


I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeting lovers on the Grecian Urn
to catch each other at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder