tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18598713.post4592811868372917601..comments2024-03-27T10:18:05.406+00:00Comments on microphones in the trees: james yorkstonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18598713.post-29266300264263066112007-12-14T09:36:00.000+00:002007-12-14T09:36:00.000+00:00buuuufbuuuufanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14975434506447118674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18598713.post-52038096275965024182007-12-13T15:12:00.000+00:002007-12-13T15:12:00.000+00:00que lindo y armonico blog tienes, interesantes con...que lindo y armonico blog tienes, interesantes contenidos y links...<BR/>llegue de casualidad buscando imagenes de Henry Darger...<BR/><BR/>te dejo invitado (a) a visitar mi poco armonico blog...<BR/><BR/>www.musicaalborde.blogspot.com<BR/><BR/>cordiales saludosMúsica al bordehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12776063263491102738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18598713.post-52163481391638408772007-12-11T05:02:00.000+00:002007-12-11T05:02:00.000+00:00Uf, tremendo!!!La canción y la manera de narrar, m...Uf, tremendo!!!<BR/><BR/>La canción y la manera de narrar, me recuerda a un gran tema de Lou Reed titulado Harry's Circumcision, <BR/>del disco "Magic and Loss".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18598713.post-17487219602597748312007-12-10T21:14:00.000+00:002007-12-10T21:14:00.000+00:00I Watch the park quieten from the hotel window, I ...I Watch the park quieten from the hotel window, I hear you softly sleep amongst the cars and saluting songbirds, <BR/>For a city whose size had scared me for years right now it’s a feeble evening row, not un-similar to a beach evening ending<BR/>On the table to my left there’s a magazine with a picture of dead money, making a mockery of what I’d call art<BR/>But what would I know about the scene in the city that has swallowed up friends lovers and family, <BR/>Just give me a village the size of a teacup<BR/>You’re happier here spread out with your eyes closed, <BR/>I feel I should order a drink in celebration to welcome the summer, whose first day is ending<BR/>Should you wake you’d catch me of course and ask me the wisdom of drinking once more<BR/>I cast me mind back to yesterdays wedding where we got drunk and fell over<BR/>I did my best to be polite to a family I’d never met, but on numerous occasions, I guess, I could have tried harder<BR/>Of course by the end of the night I was a best friend with everyone and every ones wife but right now I couldn’t remember their names no matter how hard ii try<BR/><BR/>As the sun glares through the hotel window I wonder of our future and where it will lead to,<BR/>I wonder if you’ll be laying there 10 years 20 years 30 years down the line<BR/>I’ll still be staring out at the street confused about love and life,<BR/>It’ll be interesting to see if anyone every bought those songs of mine if anyone heard those words that I never got quite right,<BR/>I think I can be honest in presuming the world is not exactly going to be leaping out its bed to make me rich using my songs in adverts selling oranges or lemons,<BR/>Who knows I may end up owning the whole street, or more likely sleeping under tree in the park opposite<BR/>Would the runners keep me awake or would I keep them asleep<BR/>I’d hope I have the sense to move back home, as lovely as today is, I‘d imagine the winter would be rather cold<BR/><BR/>I’d been told for years that the devil had the best tunes and that the devil lived down here whereas us country folk weren’t worth the salt from the road<BR/>Ex pat magazine editors who choose to loose their temper on the easily persuaded northern town dwellers<BR/>And sure enough 99 percent of the people I meet have scant regard for entertaining me, it seems I’m too old too slow too quiet and just wrong<BR/>And I’m glad. In their cocaine fuelled electronic cabarets I’ll be the man at the bar drinking overpriced whiskey from a bar maid who’s to good to catch my eye <BR/>She only works here two nights a week, the rest of the time she’s a singer in a rock and roll band <BR/>I bet she’d change her tune if I told her my album had peaked at number 172 and that I also had friends who worked in bars and that didn’t define who they are<BR/>Though it certainly helps their capacity to drink. <BR/><BR/>But I’ve strayed off the subject<BR/>Now I’ll be leaning over and waking you up, and you’ll squint at me through the cracks between your eyelids, woozy with cider <BR/>As if you’re asking exactly where we are and exactly what I wanted. <BR/>And I’ll be happy because we won’t be taking anything too seriously.rafahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00838377419253584395noreply@blogger.com