Time flies

I sit tight, don't want to miss the show
I hang on, don't want to miss my prime

Cause time will fly, upon my baby's back
Time will fly, upon my baby's back

Stay a while, my baby wants me to
Don't you go, my baby begs me so
But tide will dry, upon my baby's back
Tide will dry, upon my baby's back

I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

Fingers crossed, my time is coming now
Don't you go, my baby begs me so
Time will fly, upon my baby's back
Time will fly, upon my baby's back

I get weak
I get weary
I miss sleep
I get moody
I'm in thoughts
I write songs
I'm in love
I walk on

Epic Control

An abyss that laughs at creation,

A circus complete with all fools,

Foundations that lasted the ages,

Then ripped apart at their roots.

Beyond all this good is the terror,

The grip of a mercenary hand,

When savagery turns all good reason,

There's no turning back,

no last stand.

Caressing the marble and stone,

Love that was special for one,

The waste in the fever I heat,

How I wish you were here with me now.

Hearts fail,

young hearts fail,

Anytime,

pressurised,

Overheat,

overtired,

Take it quick,

take it neat,

Clasp your hands,

touch your feet,

Take it quick,

take it neat.

In fear every day,

every evening

He calls her aloud from above

Carefully watched for a reason

Painstaking devotion and love.

Do you cry out in your sleep

All my failings exposed

Get a taste in my mouth

As desperation takes hold

Is it something so good

Just can't function no more?

When love, love will tear us apart again.

Get weak all the time,

may just pass the time,

Me in my own world,

yeah you there beside,

The gaps are enormous,

we stare from each side,

We were strangers for way too long.

two ways to choose on a razors edge

remain behind go straight ahead.

room full of people,

room for just one

if i can't break out now, the time just wont come.

“Control” documents Curtis’ life and his relationships with his wife, his girlfriend, his band mates in Joy Division, his battle with epilepsy and his tragic suicide at the age of 23.

Someone take these dreams away,

That point me to another day,

A duel of personalities,

That stretch all true realities.

Wish upon a camera

Perhaps a late birthday gift.

Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol Live Exhibition @ Musee des Beaux-Arts

September 25 th 2008 - January 18 th 2009

(August 6, 1928 – February 22, 1987), known as Andy Warhol, was an American artist and a central figure in the movement known as POP ART. After a successful career as a commercial illustrator, Warhol became famous worldwide for his work as a painter, an avant-garde filmmaker, a record producer, an author, and a public figure known for his membership in wildly diverse social circles that included bohemian street people, distinguished intellectuals, Hollywood celebrities and wealthy aristocrats.

Andy Warhol was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.[1] Andy was the third child of his parents, Ondrej (Andrew) Warhola and Julia Warhola. His parents were working-class immigrants of Lemkos-Rusyns (Ruthenian) ethnicity from Mezőlaborc, now Medzilaborce, of Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Warhol showed an early artistic talent and studied commercial art at the School of Fine Arts at Carnegie Institute of Technology in Pittsburgh (now Carnegie Mellon University). In 1949, he moved to New York City and began a successful career in magazine illustration and advertising

Be the change you wish to see in the world

Today, man knows the price of everything
but the value of nothing.


- Oscar Wilde








today it seems as though people are trying to achieve nothing.

to achieve creating needs for themselves that arent in fact, needed.

to achieve lack of content, lack of reasoning, lack of thought, lack of feeling.

to achieve forgetting what their true values and emotions are.were. and remplacing them with nothingness.

to achieve collecting people in their lives without creating meaningful relationships with them.

to achieve emptiness, blandness.

to achieve uniqueness, to try to stand out yet only making themselves more alike.


this is today.


what i want for today is

to hold on and to always remember my personal values and beliefs.

to keep being someone you can count on.

to keep achieving the goals i set for myself. for the right reasons.

to have spontaneous encounters.

to have relationships with people, not technology.

to enjoy today, learn from yesterday and live for tomorrow.



What we are today
comes from our thoughts of yesterday,
and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow.
Our life is our creation of our mind.

Colorblind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvpsT_3x5ZY

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding

I am colorblind

Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am fine

On repeat.

Body moves

"We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams."

"The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing... there are times when the simple dignity of movement can fulfill the function of a volume of words. There are movements which impinge upon the nerves with a strength that is incomparable, for movement has power to stir the senses and emotions, unique in itself. This is the dancer's justification for being, and his reason for searching further for deeper aspects of his art."

Bright lights of the underground