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Tag Archives: across the years

Francesco de Gregori, Atlantide

Nina Anastasia, How will you love me

Arab Strap, Dream sequence

Fairground Attraction , The game of love

P.J. Harvey, Is this desire?

Gregory Porter,   Fan the flames

 

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BOOBUS

 

Last night Mike told me he believed the stars are alive

today we walk with the yellow haired child

eyes of the auctioneer’s furniture

fell into mirror specks

the mirror specks reflect Mike’s wife Jo Ann

the expanding universe of Foster’s on the corner

of Polk and Sutter

a four or five headed portrait of Ginsberg Corso McClure

Lamantia e Kerouac

I hope La Vigne paints it

Haselwood is washing his teeth

the yellow haired child like the light in Foster’s cafeteria

Boobus NcClure

is making all kinds of metalic sounds in the kitche

Publicity! Public spectacles!

Artaud writing against the superstitions of the text

the morning is burnt with smells of cooking and cooked stars

It’s nirvana!

It’s the last goof!

It’s pungent silk worm disease!

It’s beautiful ship of state undulating its ribs!

Rolling Stones, Play  with fire

The Jamie Saft Trio, Ballad of a thin man

John Trudell, Sorry love

Vic Chesnutt, Splendid

Slapp Happy, Mr Rainbow

Talvin Singh, The western lands

 

” I see that dreams are the lifeline to our possible biological and spiritual destiny. Dreams sometimes approximate space conditions. That’s what The western lands is about. ” – W.S. Burroughs

 

 

 

Mushroom, Antonioni’s groove

Kings of convenience, The passenger

Brightblack Morning Light, Star blanket river child

Weezer, getchoo

Guillemots, Walk the river

Matmos, Last delicious cigarette

 

The Stooges, L.A. Blues

Ramones, Psyco Therapy

Troggs, I want you

MC5, Kick out the jams

Beatles, Taxman

Clash, Police and Thieves

Patti Smith, Kimberly

Rolling Stones, 19th nervous breakdown

Captain Beefheart, Shiny beast

DNA, A taste of DNA

Miles Davis, Rocker

David Bowie, Andy Warhol

The Velvet Underground, What goes on

The Stooges, 1970

Nico, No one is there

Rolling Stones, Let spend the night together

Morphine, Take me with you

my bloody valentine,  only shallow

Laetitia Sadier,  Transhumance

Sybille Baier,  tonight

Shannon Wright,  Blood

Cat Power,  Hate

Ani di Franco,  allergic to water

Patti Smith,  Piss Factory

 

 

What is life

 

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I know, I can do
If I give my love now to everyone like you
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you any time of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me who am I without you by my side

 

george young

coney island

coney island

 

 

Gill Scott-Heron, Running

Last Poets, Related to what

John Sinclair , Consequences

Lawrence Ferlinghetti with Dana Colley, I’m waiting

Ursula Rucker, Philadelphia child

The Books, It never changes to stop

 

“spiritual”

what is jazz, but spirituals

played thru saxophones

& trombones,

spirit voices

thru metal tubings

& the terrible repetition

of the formal premise, viz.

trance-like

at its best, or boring

when the spirit doth not move,

oh what is blues

but spirituals with a line

removed,

that is structurally,

& in content just a prayer

to the gods of daily life,

to ask the blessing

that the body of another

may lay warm in the bed

beside you at night, and the rent

be paid, and a meal

on the table, with the sheriff

far away

from the scene of the crime,oh

what is jazz but the registration

of the human personality

in relation to the spiritual,

stripped of literal meaning

but full of sound & portent,

direct as the voice of the gods

John Sinclair

Morphine, Take me with you

Jonathan Wilson, Her hair is growing long

Joni Mitchell, Cherokee Louise

Ani di Franco, Still my heart

Lee Ranaldo, Off the wall

Sixto Rodrigues, Can’t get away

 

 

(….)

What in this face, less clear and clearer

the pulse in the arm, less strong and stronger-

given or lent? more distant than stars and nearer than the eye

whispers and small laughter between leaves and hurrying feet

under sleep, where all the waters meet.

 

(….)