Still life (geometrical forms and small glass bottle)

The The!

This is the day (your life will surely change)

Carnival!

H/T Farmer's Letters.

Ceremony (Joy Division/New Order)

Some Kind of Stranger (Sisters of Mercy)

The last and most striking track from their 'First and Last and Always' album:

[Part I]

[Verse 1]

And yes, I believe in what we had

But words got in the way

And only yesterday, as I was leaving

Lord knows I tried to say

But I've heard a million conversations

Going where they've been before

Seen the way that careful lingers

Undecided at the door

[Chorus]

And all I know for sure

All I know for realIs knowing doesn't mean so much

When placed against the feeling

The heat inside

When bodies meet

When fingers touch

[Verse 2]

All of my words are secondhand and

Useless in the face of this

Rationale and rhyme and reason

Pale beside a single kiss

And I've heard so many things I

Fail to understand at all

I'd settle anytime for

Unknown footsteps in the hall outside

[Chorus]

And all I know for sure

All I know for real

Is knowing doesn't mean so much

When placed against the feeling

The heat inside

When bodies meet

When fingers touch

[Part II]

[Verse 3]

Because the world is cruel

And promises are broken

Don't try to tell me

Anything, don't try to tell me

You'll be true to me, you know the

Real truth is never spoken

[Verse 4]

And I know the world is cold, but

If you hold on tight to what you find

You might not mind too much

Though even this must pass away and

Memories may last for years, but

Names are just for souvenirs

Some kind of angel let me

Look into your eyes

[Verse 5]

Don't give me whys and wherefores

Reason for surprise

I don't care for words that don't belong

And I don't care what you're called

Tell me later, if at all

I can wait a long, long time

Before I hear another love song

[Chorus]

Come here, I think you're beautiful

My door is open wide

Some kind of angel, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful, beautiful

Some kind of angel, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful

Some kind of angel, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

My door is open wide

Some kind of stranger, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful, beautiful

Some kind of stranger, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful

Some kind of stranger, come inside

[Outro]

Come here, I think you're beautiful

My door is open wide

Some kind of stranger, come inside

Come here I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful, beautiful

Some kind of stranger, come inside

Come here, I think you're beautiful

I think you're beautiful

Some kind of stranger, come inside

Bonhoeffer's stupidology

The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump

Samples:

Nearly everybody had too also buy this:

Employees from Hell!

A Sad Moment in American History

Lied van welk verdriet

Van Esbroeck, Masondo & Sexteto Tango Al Sur

Lyrics by Dirk van Esbroeck:

Translation into English.

I no longer know what to begin

Nor how to guide a song together.

I no longer know what to make up,

To be a singer once more.

Of what kind of sorrow,

Shall I sing a song?

.

I know my refrains about love,

Say nothing and neither do I

I simply know that they must rhyme

And nothing further comes to mind.

Of what kind of sorrow,

Shall I sing a song?

.

I know that my song will disappear,

Today is the new, tomorrow the old

And if only your sadness was mine,

Then my song wouldn't sound so cold-hearted.

Of what kind of sorrow,

Shall I sing a song?

.

I wish I could make it sound more emotional.1

Although then I'll probably must bleed,

As the finches in their cages,

Who are blind and sing about seeing.

Of what kind of sorrow,

Shall I sing a song?

.

Of what kind of sorrow,

Shall I sing a song?

Treelines, treelines...

In the region of Belgium where I live, the so-called "Voorkempen", landscapes often feature farmlands punctuated by smallish woods. It makes for some interesting treelines (here in the Zandhoven/Pulderbos area):

Edvard Munch - some art

Top left: The Heart

Sec. right: Attraction I

Third left: The Brooch

Fourth right: Madonna

From the book: Edvard Munch - In Dialogue

You may already be a winner...

Dry your eyes pretty girl

I just got news from the outside world

I don't know how they got our names

But yesterday this letter came

Mr. and Mrs. Resident Dweller, your lucky number is

You may already be a winner

I've suspected this for years

Still in all its good to hear

They're pulling for us in the post

To you my dear, I raise this toast

A house of our dreams, an El Dorado, a ten-speed blender

You may already be a winner

Now I've never counted my chickens before they're hatched

And I know there is always a catch

But I've felt from the start that our hearts were the perfect match

I know you're tired of the same old dress

I know the car's been repossessed

I know this house is just a shack

But there's this love we can't hold back

Would you like a beer with your TV dinner?

Oh, my darling, you may already be a winner

Manifesto

I am for a life around the corner

That takes you by surprise

That comes leaves all you need

And more besides

I am for a life and time by numbers

Blast in fast 'n' low

Add 'em up, account for luck

You never know

I am into friendship and plain sailing

Through frenzied ports o' call

O shake the hand to beat the band

With love is all

Or nothing to the man who wants tomorrow

There's one in every town

A crazy guy, he'd rather die

Than be tied down

I am for the man who drives the hammer

To rock you 'til the grave

His power drill shocks

A million miles away

I am for the revolution's coming

I don't know where she's been

For those who dare because it's there

I know I've seen

Now and then I've suffered imperfection

I've studied marble flaws

And faces drawn pale and worn

By many tears

I am that I am from out of nowhere

To fight without a cause

Roots strain against the grain

With brute force you'd better

Hold out when you're in doubt

Question what you see

And when you find an answer

Bring it home to me.