Skip navigation

Franz Ferdinand, you could have it so much better

The (international) noise conspirancy, Let’s make history

Black Mountain, Rollercoaster

Guillemots, inside

Mazzy Star, She’s my baby

The National, Mistaken for strangers

20161219_1041231

Advertisements

I wanna tell you a story

in morning grace

enchanted light, noble dark

dying along the line

all the effort we put in

a new beginning

day by day the same wheel

brave and grateful

we start we end we glow

then come and see

gardens down below

fall is over, seasons’ queen

or I shall write you more

 

to the next

I can understand the haggar eyes

Of the old

Dry wrecks

Broken by seas of which they could drink nothing

 

20161015_173844

20160823_1456341

20161219_103424

 

 

Rolling Stones, Hate to see you go

Pearl Jam, You are

Jimy Hendrix, Stone Free

Screeming Trees, for celebration past

Mark Lanegan, Phantasmagoria blues

20161211_082103

20161215_210658

Arcade Fire, Month of May

Kristin Hersh, your dirty answer

Arab Strap, There is no ending

Van Morrison, Mystic of the east

Donovan, Barabajagal

20161105_110226

Epidermal macabre

Indelicate is the who loathes

The aspect of his fleshy clothes, –

The flying fabric stitched on bone,

The vesture of the skeleton,

The garment neither fur not hair,

The cloak of evil and despair,

The veil long violated by

Caresses of the hand and eye.

Yet such is my unseemliness:

I hate my epidermal dress,

The savage blood’s obscenity,

The rags of my anatomy,

And willingly would I dispense

With false accoutrements of sense,

To sleep immodestly, a most

Incarnadine and carnal ghost.

Ben Harper, The will to live

Michael Franti, Feelin’ free

Sixto Rodriguez, Can’t get away

Gregory Porter, French african queen

Tom Waits, Eyeball kid

Mark Lanegan, St Louis elegy

Bob Dylan, Gates of eden