The River
Swallowed down subsumed sadness
Rushing waters frothing gladness
Subtle stone rolled and absolved
Ancient salt solutions solved
Whispering drops of cool blue
Silent scrambled dreams of you
Peachy warm and humid swarm
The trees wonder who left you torn
Shady groves pierce the badness
Swallowed down subsumed sadness.
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Get a Grip
Showbiz phony fluff brain pony
I never found the right moment
Self started clown hearted bad man
And your dance card already stamped
Goddamn liar tired flickin lighters getting higher
Baby my soul dies at night as I caress the moon
Trapped in a blaze dying these are dog days
When fear stops your heart choking on a word
it turns out you make music nobody else heard
Days rushing past flying fast like a mad dash
How are you so sure? Arbiter biting hard?
You say it’s true?
Knowing depths you never knew
I been down in the dumps too
A silent chorus playing your tune
A duet partner dance but just for you
Alone in the dark of a room
Then I remember that grassy smell
The warm doldrum dulcet drops of dreamy sunsoaked morning dew drew you in
And you forget what’s even blue.
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Jazz Hands
Back in the old days
In the real old days
Swingers flapping
Flappers swinging
The world dancing on the edge of a tea cup
Swirling around
Prejudice and hatred and death
But love
A rare and wild wonderful flower
Somehow grew
out of the festering empty muck
When the clouds part
It catches the sun
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— Leave the others and come to me. My arms are hungry for you, my darling.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1992)
dir. Francis Ford Coppola
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This is folk punk
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Ian Curtis on stage with Joy Division, the Paradiso Amsterdam.
January 11, 1980.
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Poster art for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974).
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I don’t even get anything anymore
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Yuletide Such
Frost biting my nose real sweet
Eating and laughing
Cinnamon dancing on the air
Sitting, playing
Dreams of sweetness, giving things
Talking, shushing
Can it be? This year we’re here, life
Life’s living
Rudolph playing guitar all nice
Cute red dress
With you and me and me and you
I think we can dance
I think we can dance all night
Sugar plum fairy smiles
My tickled cheeks somehow
I think we can dance
I think we can dance all night
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lou reed of the velvet underground, 1974.
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