Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When you awake you shall have cake
And all the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and grays
Coach, and a six a little horses.
Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Way down yonda’, down in the medder
There’s a poor little lambie.
Bees an’ the butterflies peckin’ out his eyes
Poor lambie cried fo’ his mammy.
Hushaby, don’ you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
Nick Cave – all the pretty little horses
The Dresden Dolls – Sing
There is this thing that’s like touching exept you dont touch
Back in the day it just went without saying at all
All the world’s history gradually dying in shock
There is this thing it’s like talking except you don’t talk
You sing
You sing
Sing for the bartender sing for the janitor sing
Sing for the cameras sing for the animals sing
Sing for the children shooting the children sing
Sing for the teachers who told you that you couldn’t sing
Just sing
There is thing keeping everyone’s lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it’s seeing a great renaissance
After the show you can not sing wherever you want
But for now let’s just pretend we’re all gonna get bombed
So sing
Sing cause its obvious sing for the astronauts sing
Sing for the president sing for the terrorists sing
Sing for the soccer team sing for the janjaweed sing
Sing for the kid with the phone who refuses to sing
Just sing
Life is no cabaret
We don’t care what you say
We’re inviting you anyway
You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…
You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…
You motherfuckers you’ll sing someday…
read Sami Michael’s Trumpet in The Wadi – he can’t write women, knows shit about russians and lets his political view effect his writing – nevertheless it’s a good book.
This cemetary is used for migrant workers and gentiles(in a city with small populations of both)it is very sad,small mostly neglected and lonely. I doubt it is in use anymore. It is adjasent to another gentile cemetary(WW1 brittish military one).
the ants remind me of 100 years of solitude.
“When they call me a ladies man I laugh bitterly,
thinking of the 10,000 nights I spent Alone”
Leonard Cohen
I watched “I’m Your Man” – it really shows how the field commander is higher by a magnitude then all who sing his songs.
Watched “Profundo Rosso” – so so.
A recess in a music concert in Augusta Victoria.It was lovely.
I found this film by accident in a Janloup Sieff book(I wanted to streighten it up a year or so ago).
I hear some people critisizing the way I conduct my personal life(usually from behind my back) – I say to all of you fuck off – I have a right to do whatever I fucking please. Loneliness and grief I carry within and keep private – I will not flaunt it.
DIXI.
an unrelated thought popped up while talking to a friend(Adi).
Bolemia is the ultimate symbol of the times and material culture – we are so well of we eat and throw up with no additional value(for our survival).
I love the canon 35/2.8 in BW.
dont mind me – I am taking a nap
libido is the motivation to all of our actions
yarmolkas for only 8 NIS!
the minolta autocord arrived – I will test it tommorow
