candy

maybe it was just super striking in the film, but I find the straight-forward language and idealistic imagery very appealing.


"Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees.
He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.
Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair.
Everything was gold.
One night the bed caught fire.
He was handsome and a very good criminal.
We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars.
It was the afternoon of extravagant delight.
Danny the daredevil.
Candy went missing.

The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks.
I want to try it your way this time.
You came into my life really fast and I liked it.
We squelched in the mud of our joy.
I was wet-thighed with surrender.
Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted.
This is the business.
This, is what we're after.
With you inside me comes the hatch of death.
And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again.
The monster in the pool.

We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans.
Everywhere I looked.
And sometimes I hate you.
Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness.
Angel of the storm.
Remember me in my opaqueness.
You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun.
Ha ha *beep* ha you are so funny Dan.
A vase of flowers by the bed.
My bare blue knees at dawn. T
hese ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too.
I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning.
I gave him a name. His name was thomas.
Poor little god.
His heart pounds like a voodoo drum."

so true.

"I know people get lonely because I do, so that’s what I end up writing songs about, how you get lonely sometimes and come up with these big ideas that give you meaning for a second but then leave you like everything else leaves you."
- Cass McCombs in a letter to Stereogum

can't give 'em up

i love this sparse corner nook with incense and trinkets

from Tobacco and Leather

i get overwhelmed by information pretty much constantly. after reading hundreds of blogs a day there are probably tens of things that grab my attention.

so as to gain some focus and perhaps patience, i want to do some exploratory posts on things that I'm interested in. lets see how this goes...

helplessness blues

Fleet Foxes - Grown Ocean from Fleet Foxes on Vimeo.

and what a stunning image

just one line

one party of lost souls
aim of the night
(every night)
was clouded consciousness
guilt inducing
memory forging
altered states

we choose to inauthentically
build our own moments
on our coin as we
gave away filter-less
precious moments reserved for
no one in particular
a bunch of phony control freaks
is all they were.

-me

thecalculatedflail

heart
mind
heart + mind
[null]

this except somewhere else

In Paris With You

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.

-james fenton

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