plump

slut

2009-06-17T23:51:00.000-07:00

rebel rebels

2008-08-11T20:22:00.000-07:00

día del amigo

2008-07-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

party

2008-07-16T13:50:00.000-07:00

polly pocket

2008-07-15T20:27:00.000-07:00

patti smith

2008-07-14T15:37:00.000-07:00

"Jesús murió por los pecados de alguien, pero no por los míos".
Con esta frase abría el primer disco la cantante norteamericana, el mismo que es considerado aún hoy como uno de los debuts más contundentes de la historia del rock. Aquí va entonces un repaso por quien fuera admiradora de Rimbaud, amante de Sam Shepard y del fotógrafo Robert Mapplethorpe y viuda del guitarrista Fred "Sonic" Smith (ex MC5).
Ha sido definida como la madrina del punk y una visionaria. Inventó una nueva definición de lo femenino: en sus canciones, en su poesía, se proyectó como lesbiana, andrógina, hombre, mártir, sacerdotisa, Dios-Mujer.
Patti Smith nació en Chicago, el 30 de diciembre de 1943. En 1955, el mismo año en que nacía el rock'n'roll, se mudó a Nueva Jersey. A los cuatro años Patti Smith tuvo escarlatina, y la fiebre le produjo alucinaciones que no la abandonarían hasta adulta. Veía doble, y tuvo que usar un parche en un ojo por un tiempo. Recopiló sus alucinaciones febriles en un diario, que fue el embrión de su poesía.
Beverly Smith, su madre, era testigo de Jehová. Su padre era ateo. Esta química opuesta le dio a Patti su doble visión de Dios, que recorre todo su trabajo: la mezcla de profano y sagrado, su casi pagana visión de la divinidad, la blasfemia paterna y el fanatismo religioso materno. "Mi madre me enseñó a rezar a los dos años, y eso expandió mi mundo. Fue el mejor regalo que pudo darme: la idea de que, no importa cuán aburrido estés, todavía puedes irte a la cama y rezar, hablar con ese Todo. Fui criada como testigo de Jehová, una fe extremadamente disciplinada. No comulgo con su dogma, pero creo que su rigidez es lo que hace que esa religión sea bella."
Pero algo se interpuso entre Smith y Dios, cuando estaba en la escuela secundaria. Se había enamorado de Arthur Rimbaud. "Cuando tenía dieciséis, realmente quería un novio. Y no me gustaban los chicos del barrio. Entonces encontré Iluminaciones, y vi a este chico en la tapa, y era mi tipo. En realidad, robé el libro porque fue amor a primera vista. Tengo que admitir que no pude entender lo que leí al abrirlo. Pero un instinto me dijo que esas palabras eran hermosas." Poco después ingresó a la Escuela de Arte de Nueva Jersey, y un profesor la introdujo,en el concepto del artista criminal. Ese profesor le acercó más libros de quienes serían dos de las musas de Smith: Jean Genet y Rimbaud, artistas fuera de la ley, vagabundos que mezclaban el arte y el pecado. "Ya no quise ir al cielo, si no había arte allí", dice ella.
Los padres de Patti, no tenían dinero para pagar las ambiciones artísticas de su hija rebelde. Y tuvo que entrar a trabajar en una fábrica de colchones de Nueva Jersey. "Yo quería huir, me subiré a un tren y me iré a Nueva York; voy a ser tan mala, voy a ser una estrella, y nunca voy a volver, a esta fábrica de mierda", cantaba en Piss Factory, una canción escrita en 1970. Sus compañeras en la fábrica la odiaban y una vez, la obligaron a hundir la cabeza en un inodoro sucio. Incluso le quitaron su ejemplar de Iluminaciones, que siempre llevaba bajo el uniforme, porque era un libro de un autor francés. Y, según le dijo el celador de la fábrica: "Todo lo extranjero es comunista". En 1966 quedó embarazada y decidió dar a su hijo en adopción, con sólo una condición: que fuera entregado a una familia católica. Tres días después del nacimiento de su primer bebé, Patti Smith tomó ese tren a Nueva York.
"En Nueva York conseguí trabajo en la librería Scribner de la Quinta Avenida. Empecé a dar vueltas por el Pratt Institute of Art, donde trabajé posando desnuda para los estudiantes. Estaba leyendo todos esos libros románticos sobre la vida de los artistas, y tenía ganas de encontrar a un artista joven, ser su amante y cuidarlo. Entonces encontré a Robert Mapplethorpe. Él tenía diecinueve años, y era hermoso. Me empezó a enseñar la disciplina y la estructura necesarias para ordenar mi trabajo", recuerda Smith. Mapplethorpe, que se convertiría en su mejor amigo, estaba fascinado con esa chica delgada y casi esquizofrénica, y aunque no se sentía atraído sexualmente por ella, se la llevó a vivir a su casa. Patti posaba para sus fotos, y Robert insistía en orientarla a la escultura. O a la pintura. Ninguno de los dos pensaba en la poesía. Confundida, Patti Smith decidió viajar a París con su hermana, para averiguar si las calles por donde habían caminado Rimbaud y Jim Morrison la ayudaban a entender qué estaba buscando. "Fui a la tumba de Morrison en París y no sentí nada. No pude siquiera llorar. Me quedé ahí parada, vacía. Fui a la de Rimbaud después, y me sentí fría. Pensé: a la mierda. Me voy a casa a hacer mi trabajo. No voy a quedarme parada sobre las tumbas de esta gente."
Penny Arcade, una de las superstars de Andy Warhol, recuerda: "Patti me despertaba a las nueve de la mañana y me decía: Penny, hoy es el cumpleaños de Bobby. ¿Qué Bobby?, le decía yo. Bob Dylan, respondía ella. Patti se pasaba la vida queriendo ser alguna estrella, John Lennon, Keith Richards, o algún otro. Yo estaba con ella la noche en que Brian Jones murió.Yo estaba mal también, pero ella hablaba de mi bebé o decía cosas como los huesitos de mi pobre Brian. Todo el mundo tiene amigos imaginarios, pero los de Patti eran Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Jean Genet". Patti Smith lo reconoce: "Estoy envuelta en la vida de mis héroes. En mis canciones, en mi poesía. Les he dedicado poemas a Eddie Sedgwick, a Marianne Faithfull, a Frank Sinatra". Incluso en uno de sus más recientes discos, Gone Again (1996), la canción "About a Boy" es para Kurt Cobain, a quien Smith jamás conoció. Es imposible enumerar las canciones inspiradas en sus héroes: virtualmente, cada una de ellas nació gracias a una musa.
"No considero que escribir sea un acto silencioso, introspectivo. Es un acto físico. Cuando estoy en casa, con mi máquina de escribir, me vuelvo loca. Camino como un mono. Me humedezco. Tengo orgasmos. En vez de inyectarme heroína, me masturbo catorce veces seguidas. Tengo visiones. Naves descendiendo sobre las pirámides aztecas. Templos. Así es como escribo mi poesía", dijo en una entrevista con Lisa Robinson, en 1977.
Al regresar a Nueva York, ya decidida a dedicarse a la poesía, Patti Smith se instaló en el Chelsea Hotel con Mapplethorpe. Era evidente que la pareja no funcionaba como tal, y enseguida Patti se enamoró de otro hombre: Sam Shepard. Al mismo tiempo que empezaba a leer sus textos en la Iglesia de San Marcos junto con Jim Carroll (autor de The Basketball Diaries, que sería llevada al cine en los '90 con Leonardo DiCaprio) y Gerard Malanga (uno de los más conspicuos integrantes de la Factory de Warhol), Patti salía en secreto con Shepard, que estaba casado. Juntos escribieron una obra de teatro, Cowboy Mouth. Sólo hicieron una representación: la obra contaba el romance de dos escritores, y Shepard no se atrevió a representarla frente a su esposa. Fue el fin de su trabajo juntos. Pero Patti siguió leyendo poesía en público. Claro, sus lecturas no eran comunes: en primer lugar, porque eran populares y su público estaba poblado de músicos de rock. Joey Ramone (cantante de Ramones) recuerda: "Cada vez que leía un poema, rompía el papel, o agarraba una silla y la tiraba contra la pared. Era fantástica".
Pronto Smith se dio cuenta de que hacía falta algo más, e invitó a un guitarrista, Lenny Kaye, a que la acompañara en sus lecturas. Sus recitales se parecían cada vez más a conciertos de rock. La banda se fue armando poco a poco, alrededor de sus improvisaciones, de sus trances. James Grauelhorz, manager de William Burroughs, vio uno de esos recitales en St. Marks: "Cuando terminó, salió corriendo de la iglesia, a través de la gente, dejando a Lenny Kaye solo con el amplificador. La gente se volvió loca. Nos voló la cabeza. Yo estaba sentado junto a Burroughs, que se dio vuelta y me dijo: Ella lo tiene. Es una estrella".
Patti Smith grabó su primer álbum, Horses, en 1975, con la producción del ex Velvet Underground, John Cale. La tapa del disco es una foto mítica, tomada por Mapplethorpe, donde Smith no es hombre ni mujer. Ninguna mujer había llevado a ese terreno el concepto de androginia. Las estrellas de rock, si eran chicas, tenían que ser sexys. En Complete, Patti Smith incluye un relato acerca de aquella foto: "Había dormido demasiado ese día y me puse la ropa que solía usar todos los días, como un uniforme, en la calle y en el escenario. Robert trabajó silenciosamente. Tenía un estilo nervioso, pero confiado. Nada de asistentes. Quería un triángulo de sombras. La luz estaba cambiando, y el triángulo se desvanecía. Me pidió que me quitara el saco, porque le gustaba el blanco de mi camisa. Me puse el saco al hombro, como Sinatra, tratando de capturar algo de su desafiante espontaneidad. Ese disco empezaba con la canción "Gloria" y su reveladora: Jesús murió por los pecados de alguien, pero no por los míos. La canción se mezclaba después con "Gloria", de Van Morrison, que Smith cantaba desde un punto de vista masculino. En el tema siguiente era una mujer lesbiana suicidándose en "Redondo Beach". En ese momento tocaba en el CBGB del Bowery, un mugriento bar de Hell's Angels que había recuperado para las nuevas bandas el entonces novio de Patti Smith, Tom Verlaine, líder de Television.
Radio Ethiopia, el segundo disco del Patti Smith Group, se editó en 1976. Seguía mezclando el lenguaje religioso con el rock'n'roll, mezclando visiones de rebelión adolescente con plegarias, o relatando historias de comunión espiritual con vagabundos y ladrones. Genet era su principal inspiración. Cuando estaba presentando este álbum, Smith tuvo otra iluminación: el 26 de enero de 1977, en Tampa (Florida), se cayó del escenario y se rompió dos vértebras del cuello. "Estaba haciendo mi número más intenso, Ain't it Strange, una canción donde desafío a Dios, le pido que me hable, canto: Mano de Dios, siento tu dedo, pero no me marea, soy un torbellino, pero no caigo. Y caí". Para Smith, fue un mensaje, una respuesta de Dios. Y fue el principio de su retiro. Sólo quedaban dos álbumes: Easter (1978) y Wave (1979). Sus dos últimos shows fueron en Italia. La entrada de su diario incluida en Complete dice: "Nuestro último trabajo, en un estadio de fútbol en Florencia... Ultima vez que tocamos My Generation. Recordé la primera vez que la tocamos en Ohio, cuando grité ¡Nosotros creamos esto, tomémoslo! Y les di mi guitarra, y Jay largó la batería, y estalló una alegre anarquía, y la permitimos. Los gritos en mi micrófono y la música discordante eran de ellos; yo sólo puse todos los amplificadores en 10, saludé a mi hermano, dije adiós... y me fui a mi nueva vida. No pude ponerme el saco al hombro, al estilo Sinatra, porque me lo habían robado varios meses antes, en Chicago".
Esa nueva vida, ese retiro, duró hasta 1996. Patti Smith se recluyó en un suburbio de Detroit, junto con su marido, Fred "Sonic" Smith, el mítico guitarrista de los MC5. Con él tuvo dos hijos, Jackson y Jesse. James Grauerholz fue uno de los primeros en enterarse de la decisión de Patti. Le dijo: "Encontré a mi hombre, y toda mi vida estuve buscando a un hombre a quien amar. Quiero tener hijos y ser una buena madre y una buena esposa. Eso es todo lo que quiero hacer". Mucha gente se sorprendió, pero no Grauerholz: "Detrás de toda su imagen revolucionaria, del Yo Soy Rimbaud, había algo secreto. Ella era Billie Holiday: el arte estaba ahí, pero era obvio que iba a dejarlo todo, tarde o temprano, por su hombre". Sonic y su esposa vivieron una vida monástica, y sólo se supo de Patti en 1988, cuando editó un disco de pequeña tirada, Dream of Life, grabado durante la agonía de Robert Mapplethorpe, antes que muriera de sida en 1989. En Complete hay una pequeña escena tomada de los diarios de Smith, que roza, apenas, la muerte de su amigo. "Robert me fotografió cuando cumplí cuarenta, mientras grababa Dream of Life. Me hizo sostener una mariposa azul, el símbolo de la transformación. Yo estaba embarazada de tres meses de mi hija Jesse. El invierno siguiente tomó nuestro retrato familiar en su estudio de Nueva York, la última vez que fui fotografiada por mi amigo. Poco después, Robert nos visitó cuando grabamos la canción para mi hijo, The Jackson Song. No estaba bien, y se acostó en un sofá en el estudio. Richard Sohl se sentó al piano, y yo a su lado. Fred se nos acercó y dijo, sencillamente: Hágannos llorar. Tocamos la canción dos veces. La segunda fue lo mejor que pudimos hacer... Yo miré a través del vidrio y vi a Robert, durmiendo, lleno de paz. Fred estaba parado a su lado, llorando en silencio.".
Richard Sohl murió en 1990, un año después de Mapplethorpe. Fred Smith murió en 1994. Un mes después, murió Todd Smith, el hermano de Patti. Dos años después, ella editaba un nuevo disco, Gone Again. La cita que elige para definir en Complete ese álbum pertenece al Salmo 30: "Mi duelo se ha convertido en danza". Un año después, Patti Smith editó Peace and Noise. Que está dedicado a otro amigo muerto, William Burroughs.
Una de las canciones, "Persuasion", está coescrita por Fred Smith. "Quería tener algo de él en este disco. Es importante para mí seguir adelante con su trabajo, y seguir recordándolo." En ese tema hace su debut como guitarrista el hijo de ambos, Jackson. "Toca igual que su padre", dice Patti Smith, con orgullo materno. "Que venga el tiempo de nuestros sueños", escribió Arthur Rimbaud en La canción de la torre más alta. Son las palabras que eligió Patti Smith para la última página de su libro.

radio ethiopia

2008-07-11T11:17:00.000-07:00

please mister postman

2008-07-06T10:54:00.000-07:00

milk

2008-07-04T21:03:00.000-07:00

max steel

2008-07-01T11:58:00.000-07:00

felizzzz cumpleee marchuu, te amo

2008-06-19T13:13:00.000-07:00

no había tenido tiempo, asi que subo ahora, atrasado pero bueno. te amo chela marcela, y por muchos muchosss maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas

danni

2008-06-09T20:22:00.000-07:00

bring your own shadow

2008-06-09T11:11:00.000-07:00

furby

2008-06-07T16:32:00.000-07:00

decoloración

furby que me regaló estefi

otro furby,oriana con granos

mamá

y con su sangre se pintó los labios

2008-06-05T17:43:00.000-07:00

chaos

2008-06-04T10:15:00.000-07:00

privilege

2008-06-02T17:55:00.000-07:00

sometimes say no

2008-05-24T15:36:00.000-07:00

black snake moan

2008-05-15T18:59:00.000-07:00

200 cigarettes

2008-05-04T15:53:00.000-07:00

hey, you've got an unnerving face, and twitching eyes like norman bates. you got a cigarette, eye on a mirror. farm boy brown gas station sweeper, you took that girl, you put the saddle on her. just thirteen, she's her daddy's apple. and she don't know you're the kidnapper, uh-huh. hey, your daddy's whiskey sam, he's got bloodshot eyes like ray milland playing solitaire, your mother fidgets. you wanna be rich but you won't dig ditches. she bitches like a brat, she got the money. people breaking their necks and she thinks it's funny. where's your old man now? nobody's home, uh-huh. kidnapper.

fleetwood mac

2008-04-12T20:18:00.000-07:00

rhiannon rings like a bell throu the night and wouldnt you love to love her. takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover. all your life youve never seen a woman taken by the wind. would you stay if she promised you heaven. will you ever win. she is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness, she rules her life like a fine skylark, and when the sky is starless all your life youve never seen a woman taken by the wind. would you stay if she promised you heaven. will you ever win, will you ever win. rhiannon, rhiannon. rhiannon,rhiannon.

you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

2008-04-06T21:46:00.000-07:00

when you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star, rocking your f me pumps. and the men notice you, with your gucci bag crew, can't tell who he's looking to. cuz you all look the same, everyone knows your name, and that's you whole claim to fame. never miss a night, cuz your dream in life, is to be a footballers wife. you don't like players, that's what you say-a, but you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. you don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya, but you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller. you're more than a fan, lookin' for a man, but you end up with one-nights-stands. he could be your whole life, if you got past one night, but that part never goes right. in the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next, and you didn't even get no taste. don't be too upset, if they call you a skank, cuz like the news everyday you get pressed. you don't like players, that's what you say-a, but you really wouldn't mind a millionaire. or them big ballers, don't do nothing for ya. but you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller, you can't sit down right, cuz you jeans are too tight, and your lucky its ladies night. with your big empty purse, every week it gets worse, at least your breasts cost more than hers. so you did miami, cuz you got there for free, but somehow you missed the plane. you did too much e, met somebody, and spent the night getting caned. without girls like you, there'd be no fun, we'd go to the club and not see anyone. without girls like you, there's no nightlife, all those men just go home to their wives. don't be mad at me, cuz you're pushing thirty, and your old tricks no longer work. you should have known from the job, that you always get dumped, so dust off your fuck me pumps.

nowadays, you don't mean dick to me

2008-04-05T21:28:00.001-07:00

take me out tonight, take me anywhere.

2008-03-24T21:40:00.000-07:00

take me out tonight, take me anywhere, i dont care i dont care, i dont care and in the darkened underpass i thought oh god, my chance has come at last(but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldnt ask)take me out tonight. oh, take me anywhere, i dont care i dont care, i dont care. driving in your car, i never never want to go home because i havent got one, oh, o havent got one. and if a double-decker bus crashes into us. to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die, and if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us. to die by your side, well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine. oh, there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out, there is a light and it never goes out. there is a light and it never goes out, there is a light and it never goes out.

house

2008-03-24T21:26:00.000-07:00

never had no one ever

2008-03-24T21:09:00.000-07:00

when you walk without ease, on these streets were you were raised i had a really bad dream it lasted 20 years, 7 months, and 27 days i never, i'm alone, and i never, ever oh. had no one ever. now i'm outside your house, i'm alone and i'm outside your house, i hate to intrude. oh, alone, i'm alone, i'm alone, i'm alone i'm alone i'm alone and i never, never. oh, had no one ever. i never had no one ever i never had no, no one ever had no one never. never, no. oh

normal

2008-03-22T12:38:00.000-07:00

heaven tonight

2008-03-21T17:43:00.000-07:00

here comes a sign in the form of a girl, she's the finest, sweetest thing in the world. take you to heaven tonight. i feel the horses come galloping in the summer rain. take you to heaven tonight. cause i love you for what you are. i'll gallop to you, tonight tonight, we'll ride, i'll give it to you. we'll go to heaven tonight. tonight.

i know it's over

2008-03-13T18:29:00.000-07:00

the smiths

oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head and as i climb into an empty bed oh well. enough said. i know it's over - still i cling i don't know where else i can go oh. oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head see, the sea wants to take me the knife wants to slit me do you think you can help me? sad veiled bride, please be happy hHandsome groom, give her room loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (though she needs you more than she loves you) and i know it's over - still i cling i don't know where else i can go over and over and over and over, over and over, la. i know it's over and it never really began but in my heart it was so real, and you even spoke to me, and said : "if you're so funny then why are you on your own tonight? and if you're so clever then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very entertaining then why are you on your own tonight? if you're so very good-looking why do you sleep alone tonight? i know. 'cause tonight is just like any other night, that's why you're on your own tonight with your triumphs and your charms while they're in each other's arms."it's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes strength to be gentle and kind over, over, over, over it's so easy to laugh it's so easy to hate it takes guts to be gentle and kind over, over love is natural and real, but not for you, my love not tonight, my love love is natural and real but not for such as you and i, my love oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my. oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head, oh mother, i can even feel the soil falling over my head oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head, oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my.

we will fall

2008-03-13T16:50:00.000-07:00

the stooges

oh gi ran ja ran ja ja ran. tonight i'll hold myself tight i won't fight, i won't fight, then i whisper to me, then i whisper to me then i 'll lay right down and i 'll lay right down on my back on my bed in my hotel and i'll be in love. well, all night, all night and in the mornin' i'll be ready to see you, to see you, don't forget to come room 121 don't forget to come, i'll be shakin' i'll be tremblin' i'll be happy, i'll be weak, and i'll love you, and i'll love you and we'll fall to sleep, we'll fall to sleep six o'clock, dong, dong real far, real far good-bye, good-bye, good-bye

there is no land but the land

2008-03-12T10:17:00.000-07:00

patti smith

the boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea from the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating. another boy was sliding up the hallway, he merged perfectly with the hallway, he merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway. the boy looked at johnny, johnny wanted to run, but the movie kept moving as planned. the boy took johnny, he pushed him against the locker, he drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in johnny. the boy disappeared, johnny fell on his knees,started crashing his head against the locker,started crashing his head against the locker, started laughing hysterically. when suddenly johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by horses, horses, horses, horses coming in in all directions. white shining silver studs with their nose in flames, he saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses. do you know how to pony like bony maroney. do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this. baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator. and you twist the twister like your baby sister. i want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister. rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee, roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, got to lose control and then you take control,then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,like it like that, like it like that, like it like that, then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi. life is filled with holes, johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin, angel looks down at him and says, “oh, pretty boy, can't you show me nothing but surrender?” johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket, taped to his chest there's the answer,you got pen knives and jack knives and switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred. then he cries, then he screams, saying. life is full of pain, i'm cruisin' through my brain and i fill my nose with snow and go rimbaud, go rimbaud, go rimbaud, and go johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi. there's a little place, a place called space, it's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks, across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,and the name of the band is the twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes,twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes, twistelettes. baby calm down, better calm down, in the night, in the eye of the forest there's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,i put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair, i didn't waste time, i just walked right up and saw that up there- there is a sea, up there- there is a sea, up there- there is a sea. the sea's the possibility, there is no land but the land(up there is just a sea of possibilities)there is no sea but the sea(up there is a wall of possibilities) there is no keeper but the key(up there there are several walls of possibilities) except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities. (up there)i seize the first possibility, is the sea around me, i was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor(in a sea of possibilities) i felt his hand on my knee(on the screen) and i looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame(in the heart of man) the waves were coming in like arabian stallions. gradually lapping into sea horses, he picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat(the spoon)and let it deep in(the veins) dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities, it started hardening. dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities, it started hardening in my hand, and i felt the arrows of desire, i put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour. but no more, no more, i gotta move from my mind to the area(go rimbaud go rimbaud go rimbaud) and go johnny go and do the watusi, yeah do the watusi, do the watusi. shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining. your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse and my fingers all entwined through the air,i could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers, (i feel it i feel it i feel it i feel it)the hairs were like wires going through my body, i i that's how, i. that's how i i died(at that tower of babel they knew what they were after)(they knew what they were after) [everything on the current] moved up. i tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth, like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility. was a blade, a shiny blade, i hold the key to the sea of possibilities, there's no land but the land. looked at my hands, and there's a red stream that went streaming through the sands like fingers, like arteries, like fingers(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?) he lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)he opened his throat (your eyes) his vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glandsThe scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard, no one heard that cry, no one heard (johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,(His fingers)Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,and so he seized the first(his vocal chords shot up) (possibility) (like mad pituitary glands)it was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate(there is nothing happening at all)and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep saw this sweet young thing (fender one) humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter. in the sheets there was a man dancing around to the simple rock & roll song.

girls like me, we always get what we want

2008-02-26T07:40:00.000-08:00

i've got pills when i'm famous. i've got pills when you're old. i've got pills cause i'm blonde. i've got pills cause you're dead, i've got pills cause i am the worst and best dressed. i've got pills cause i feel more than twentyone, got pills cause i know, baby, you're not the one. i've got pills for my coochie cause baby, i'm sore. i've got pills cause you're fat. i've got pills cause i'm bored.

clasificados

2008-02-21T18:59:00.000-08:00

new york city is the hottest place for a honeymoon in a hotel room. new york city is my favorite place. 'cause i know so many people with a golden face. uh-huh. it's always late at night when i wanna go out. and new york city has for sure the horniest crowd. especially for me, this is true, i have the best time when you're there too. honey, after the show, when we are ready to go. we are going disco. but before we hit east 7th street. we are going to another disco. disco after disco. and shaking our hair to the disco rap. ampm, pyramid, roxy, mudd club, danceteria. the newest club is opening up. new nork, new york.yeah!

two of hearts

2008-02-20T18:23:00.000-08:00

i never said i wasn't gonna tell nobody. no baby, but desperate lover, i can't keep it to myself. oh no, when we're together it's like hot coals in a fire. oh baby, my body's burning so come on heat my desire. come on come on. two of hearts, two hearts that beat as one. two of hearts. i need you, i need you. two of hearts, two hearts that beat as one. two of hearts, come on, come on. people get jealous cuz we always stay together yeah baby. i guess they really want a love like yours and mine together forever. i never thought that i could ever be this happy yeah baby. my prayers were answered, boy you came in the nick of time ohhh. i got this feeling that you're going to stay i never knew that it could happen this way before i met you i was falling apart. but now at last i really know we're made of.

you spin me around(like a record)

2008-02-20T17:59:00.000-08:00

yeah i, i got to know your name. well and i, could trace your private number baby. all i know is that to me. you look like you're lots of fun. open up your lovin' arms. i want some, well i, i set my sights on you(and no one else will do) and i, i've got to have my way now, baby(and no one else will do)and i, i've got to have my way now, baby. all i know is that to me, you look like you're havin' fun. open up your lovin' arms. watch out, here i come. you spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby right round round round. you spin me right round, baby right round like a record, baby right round round round. i, i got be your friend now, baby. and i would like to move in. just a little bit closer(little bit closer)

it can't come quickly enough

2008-02-20T16:52:00.000-08:00

sailling through the tunnels in the morning by yourself there's a very special feeling true sensation all is well if you stand and reach your arms out wide close your eyes and try to fly it's an underground illusion tricking you from side to side we knew all the answers and we shouted them like anthems anxious and suspicious that god knew how much we cheated it can't come quickly enough and now you've spent your life waiting for this moment and when you finally saw it come it passed you by and left you so defeated skyscrapers rise between us keeping me from finding you if the concrete architecture dissapeared there'd be so few ff us left to navigate and defend ourselves from the tide it's an underground illusion tricking you from side to side there's no indication of what we were meant to be sucking up to strangers throwing wishes to the sea it can't come quickly enough and now you've spent your life waiting for this moment and when you finally saw it come it passed you by and left you so defeated.

a boy named sue

2008-02-16T07:00:00.000-08:00

my daddy left home when i was three and he didn't leave much to ma and me, just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. now, i don't blame him cause he run and hid, but the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left, he went and named me 'sue.' well, he must o' thought that it was quite a joke and it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, it seems i had to fight my whole life through. some gal would giggle and i'd get red and some guy'd laugh and i'd bust his head, i tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'sue.' well, i grew up quick and i grew up mean, my fist got hard and my wits got keen, i'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. but i made me a vow to the moon and stars that i'd search the honky-tonks and bars and kill that man that give me that awful name. well, it was gatlinburg in mid-july and i just hit town and my throat was dry, i thought i'd stop and have myself a brew. at an old saloon on a street of mud, there at a table, dealing stud sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'sue.' well, i knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, and i knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. he was big and bent and gray and old, and i looked at him and my blood ran cold and i said: "my name is 'sue!' how do you do! now you gonna die!" well, i hit him hard right between the eyes and he went down but, to my surprise, he come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. but i busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. i tell ya, i've fought tougher men but i really can't remember when, he kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. i heard him laugh and then i heard him cuss, he went for his gun and i pulled mine first, he stood there looking at me and i saw him smile. and he said: "son, this world is rough and if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough and i know i wouldn't be there to help ya along. so i give ya that name and i said good-bye, i knew you'd have to get tough or die and it's that name that helped to make you strong." he said: 'now you just fought one hell of a fight and i know you hate me, and you got the right to kill me now, and i wouldn't blame you if you do. but ya ought to thank me, before i die for the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye cause i'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'sue'.' i got all choked up and i threw down my gun and i called him my pa, and he called me his son, and i come away with a different point of view. and i think about him, now and then, every time i try and every time i win, and if i ever have a son, i think i'm gonna name him bill or george! anything but sue! i still hate that name!

respect

2008-02-13T13:34:00.000-08:00

clouds

2008-02-10T14:53:00.001-08:00

bad boy. rows and flows of angelf hair. and ice-cream castles in the air. and feather canyons everywhere. looks at clouds that way. moons and junes and ferris wheels. the dizzy dancing. way you feel when every fairy tale comes real. i looked at clouds that way. but now they only block the sun. they rain and snow on everyone. so, so many things i could have done, but clouds got in the way. angel dust gets in your eyes and hair, on acid stars - you're getting there. my body's a temple and maybe i'll give it to you - when you die! i looked at life that way. but now, its just another show. you leave them laughing, when you go. don't, don't let them in, don't, don't let them know, don't give yourself away. now my friends are acting strange. they shake their heads, man, they say i've changed. well, looks like i'm lost and rearranged from living fairy, fairy lies. looked at life from both sides now. from up and down and still somehow. it's just an illusion i recall. i really don't know, i really don't know, i really don't know, i really don't know, i really don't know clouds at all. why are we here terrified? terrified.

clouds

2008-02-10T14:53:00.000-08:00

credit in the straight world

2008-02-08T23:24:00.001-08:00

and i will awake your highness- i'm so high i cannot walk. and i will awake. you cripple, you take away my time, my peace, my empathy no babies sleep on atrophy. your unborn love and fetal stress. my bitter candy legless caress go for credit in the straight world. look a dealer in the eye. go for credit in the real world, won't you try?i got some credit in the straight world, i lost a leg, i lost an eye. go for credit in the real world you will die.yeah. it's the credit in the straight world. leave your money when you die. lots of credit in the real world gets you high. yeah. i got some credit in the straight world. i lost a leg, i lost an eye. go for credit in the real world, you will die. yeah, oh.

softer, softest

2008-02-08T23:03:00.001-08:00

i tell you everything, and i hope that you won't tell on me. and i'd give you anything, and know that you won't tell on me. pee-girl gets the belt. your milk makes me cry. your milk is so sour. and i can only cry. i can only cower. i can only cry. you have all the power. i got a blister from touching everything i see. the abyss opens up, and steals everything from me. pee-girl gets the belt. your milk makes me mind. your milk is so sick. your milk has a dye. your milk has a dick. your milk has a dye. your milk has a dick. burn the witch, the witch is dead. burn the witch, just bring me back her head. pee-girl gets the belt. your milk makes me mind. your milk is so mean. your milk turns to cry. your milk turns to cream. your milk turns to cry. your milk turns to cream.

i think that i would die

2008-02-08T22:49:00.000-08:00

he's stupid, i'm smarting. he's stupid, i'm smarting. i want my baby, where is the baby? i want my baby, who took the baby? rose-white, rose-red, rose up in my head. rose-white, rose-red. yeah yeah, i want some. yeah yeah, there is none. i want my baby, where is the baby? i want my baby, where is the baby? there is no milk. there is no milk. rose-white, rose-red, rose up in my head. rose-white, rose-red. she lost all her innocence, gave into an abscess. she lost all her innocence, she said, "i am not a feminist." its not yours. fuck you. there is no milk.there is no milk

martina

2008-02-02T18:08:00.000-08:00

no mas barba desprolija

2008-02-02T01:05:00.001-08:00

she wakls on me

2008-01-10T16:59:00.000-08:00

geeks do not have pedigrees, or perfect punk-rock resumes, or anorexic magazines. it smells like girl, it smells like girl. she walks over me. she walks over me. hold you close like we both died, my ever present suicide. my stupid fuck, my blushing bride. oh tear my heart out, tear my heart out. she walks over me. she walks over me. i shut my mouth with you for, i gotta use the rest of you for, yeah, i gotta shut my mouth with you for,i gotta use the rest of you. kerry, kerry please come here, don't, don't you touch me, don't you dare, we look the same, we talk the same, we are the same, we are the same. she walks over me. she walks over me. i shut my mouth with you for, i gotta use the rest of you for, yeah, i shut my mouth with, i gotta use the rest of you. now you see she walks the same, and now you see she talks the same, you never know what you will get, you never know what you'll forget. she walks over me. she walks over me.

gacela

2008-01-09T02:23:00.000-08:00

Las gacelas (Gaela spp.) son antílopes de tamaño medio, ágiles y de patas largas. Pueden alcanzar velocidades de 100 km/h, y mantener una velocidad de 50 km/h por un periodo prolongado. Se las encuentra en las praderas de las sabanas de África, aunque también en el sudoeste de Asia. Viven en grandes rebaños y son animales herbívoros. Se reúnen en rebaños dispersos que pueden contener varios miles de individuos. Para sobrevivir en campo abierto, deben estar atentos todo el tiempo. Aunque a menudo se echan, no duermen más de una hora al día, en cortos períodos de cinco minutos o menos.

i'm fabulous

2008-01-07T20:46:00.000-08:00

fabulous pool, fabulous splash,fabulous parties even fabulous trash, fabulous fashion, fabulous bling,she's got to have fabulous everything. fabulous hair, fabulous style, fabulous eyes and that fabulous smile.

babes in toyland

2008-01-03T15:55:00.000-08:00

bruise violet

you got this thing that really makes me hot. you got alot and more when you get caught. you got this thing that follows me around. you fucking bitch well i hope your insides rot. liar, liar, liar. you see the stars through eyes lit up with lies. you got your stories all twisted up in mine. you got this thing that follows me around. you were born with glue instead of spine. liar, liar, liar. of thee i sing. tied to a string. you got this thing that follows me around. you got this thing that really makes me hot. you got alot and more when you get caught. bruise violet, bruise violet. bruise violet.

right now

pray the one my soul to keep. servants' service. to scared to sleep because of the creep. scarred surface. in the right now. when i'm next to your head i see white, heaven's presence. mother dying all of the time, my sickness in the right now we'll take you we'll take all of you in the right now.

bluebell

flys through the air with the greatest disease takes little pills and calls them trapeze, i know you're right. everything you do is right, erverything i do is true. bluebell to hell. lo and behold a girl with a goal. looks so old she's made out of gold, i know you're right. everything you do is right, everything i do is true. bluebell to hell, i want to live in the smallest corner, in the densest mind in the fuckmost room. and sing "the stars they swing from their chandelier strings" i know real love, you know who you are, you're deadmeat motherfucker, you don't try to rape a goddess. flys through the air with the greatest disease. takes little pills and calls them trapeze, i know you're right. everything you do is right, everything i do is true. bluebell to hell. you are so obvious.

handsome and gretel

gretel said i know what's in your head. i vacuumed out my head, i know you're feeling bad you fucking bitch you cunthole bitch. i thought she meant it yeah, she really jacked my head, she went and done it. handsome gretel. my name is gretel yeah i've got a crotch that talks and talks to all their cocks, it's been 12 city blocks you fucking bitch. gretel said "oh you feel so bad i know you feel so bad" i thought she meant it handsome gretel, i vacuumed out my head, jumping from bed to bed my name is gretel a soul of metal, my name is gretel yeah, i've got a sloppy slot. handsome gretel say violets hang around with toilets and look smack at us. and symbolize everything that is disgust and mistrust. licorice eyes, pin me down, thighs. asphixia. my thighs are vices yeah. he is a stupid man i love him all i can you fucking bitch. addle girl. she pulls out all her curls. she is a stupid crotch. that's been 12 city blocks.

blood

i never thought that you'd explode through my eyes, i never ever was amused. dear liver down on your knees. i never wanted to be alone. good god! i'd love to, i had to. i never thought that you'd implode through my mind i always wanted to be infused. i lied psychic spy. i never wanted to be alone, you are real sometimes you are unreal ceilings peel sometimes.

magick flute

draggin' my ass around countryside. leave it to you i've got nothing to hide. don't worry i won't touch you. your eyes pierce me, and leave me to hang. please touch me and don't worry 'cause i'm burning. the vein straight to your heart. kick tom upside his head regretting the things that i've already said. distance captivates me it holds the hook, secrets hold the breath that i never took, lactating eyes looking from my thighs,seeing and wondering what went wrong.

won't tell

i won't ever tell on you. ever see me do. i wait forever for you figure out your problem with me is you. i won't be like you. ever see right through, i wait forever for you, figure out your problem with me is you. i won't ever tell on you, ever see right through. i wait forever for you. figure out your problem with me is you. you come running through, figure out your problem with me is you, i won't ever tell.

spun

i live inside all invited inside. eyes flutter feathers. my hairs fair like weather. i've blown my recovery. living is nice, when you're spun like a kite. sugar and tea and creem. looks like the sea is green with rivalry. now that i know just what you're all about i want out i live inside all invited inside. sugar and tea and cream looks like the sea is green with rivalry. now that i know just what you're all about. i want out life is real when you're dreaming. life's a dream when you're reeling. now i want out.

short song

jungle train

rip strike. let me enter you. entertain center. entertain you. with my pain. rip strike. black eyes. your side. capsized. revel and strike, got my love in pocket, gonna hock it for my life. fall short. rip strike.

pearl

little pearl she was this girl. thoughts and notions in a whirl. this girl pearl she was pretty quick. found a stick filled it thick with. black sugar shit. ole black glasses spoonful molasses. drinking wine killing time, burn it black with a candle all bent at the handle devilspit makes me sick. black sugar shit, she had a name, her name's insane, a little maid picks away at her brain. to much disdain, her brain remained to think thoughts all axe and mame and black sugar shit, off with their heads 'cause i'm staying in bed, i'm sick of that blackbird that shrieks in my head black sugar shit, is shit.

real eyes

3 seas between us and the very next bus, and it takes so long to get there 'cause the now and here is now, here. heretic-toc goes the easter clock your friends they're really not, i can't take it anymore, i realize i real eyes i real eyes your lies are from your own eyes i real eyes, 3 seized between us and the very next bus, got a 30 dollar pocket built a plank it begs so walk it, every thought is mine or not, just get your fingers off my spot. i can't take it anymore. i real eyes.

mother

mother, this is my life. sister come and take my life. you are obscene and you know it. i run from me and it shows, that's what you like me for, huh, sister crawling now on the floor, do you like it, sister mother this is my life sister come and take my life, you are obscene and you know it. i run from you and it shows. that's what you like me for, huh, sister, crawling now on the floor. do you like it, sister you are me you are me.

gone

now i live with nothing to give 'cause it's gone. here i stand at your command 'cause it's gone. now i stand with you at hand. now i live with nothing to give 'cause it's gone. now i stand with you underhand 'cause it's gone.