Wednesday, April 28, 2010

A Secret

a secret is something you tell one other person so i'm telling you, child...


I guess Interpol are about to reveal some secret in a next few weeks or months. New picture and no further info at all. Just a sign that says: INTERPOL 2010.

In a new film called 'Killing Bono' they say they'll reveal one of the first U2 songs ever. They say they even didn't call themselves U2 but The Hype back then. They say it has never been released. They say it's called Secret Mission (not
Street Mission). They say, they say, they say....

Kele
is going to premiere his first single Tenderoni from the solo album on Zane Lowe's show BBC radio 1 tonight.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

StreetART / Hyuro

More Hyuro stuff here.





Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Three White Wolves

Autobiography - Patti Smith

great human wild animal
amoral
an outlaw
keep watch over her

I was born in Illinois...mainline of America...
beat to shit...Chicago tenement
big red eyd rats in the night...dead rats to tease at night
Morning...I waired for the organ grinder
with my nickle for the monkeys tin cup
gingerbread man,,,cotton candy man
bad girl setting fire to the oil cans
run like hell escape on the icemans truck
I was a lisping ugly duck
but I had good luck

Mama filled me with fantasy...my bears danced at midnight
even my toybox had a soul
Mama called me her goat girl...little black sheep
I loved my brother and sister: Todd and Linda
we drank each others blood...were double blood brothers
we rolled in fields...three white wolves...we practiced telepathy
no one could seperate us...our minds were one
One, little one eye...I had an eyepatch...I walked like a duck
In the yards the nursery children cried Quack Quack
I didn't care and I didn't fight back.
I floated off...fantasy gave me fire...I was made of water
the moon caused tidal waves and I'd cry like a coyote.
I learned to drift...magik...taroc pack
I paraded in thirty disguises
and when people laughed at my carnival family
We didn't care...We had amour:
Daddy was a tap dancer...acrobat...wild horse
tracing pornography through the bible.
Mama was the dream of every sailor...bootlegged whiskey
called spirits from the evenings half moon...dream weaver
We braved hurricanes...a new baby came...I named her Kim
the neighbors were suspicious...they called us witches
we didn't care...we were laughing and dancing and damned
and there was always music
Hank Williams crying off the lonesomes
funny valentine...Patty Waters
beat of the drum...bartok
song of the swamp rat
rock and roll music
rock and roll music

Rythum
On my own...my own rythums:
rythum of the railroad
steamheat of the factory
Alabama blues on a migrant bus
but as a blueberry picker I failed...I dreamed too much
the berry crop died...my mother smiled.
I ran off...I traveled...I broke down
kept running...TB trapped in the lung...spitting on the railroad track
I shook...I drank...rythum of one too many rhums
Drunk and broke down I slinked home...grabbed my sisters hand
and away we run...we took a frighter to Iceland
railway to Paris...Pigalle and wine in a black dress
I joined the fire eaters and sang in the streets...using all I learned
from Lotte Lenya...Bob Dylan...and motorcycle rock n'roll
We lived near a wishing well...milked goats...capyured snails
and crawled back to New York.
New York my greatest love:
Rise of the building
flash of 42nd street...the pool halls...the hustlers
the trucks along tenth avenue
the helicopter yards
ghost of Jackson Pollock
human shit and dead dog floating on the Hudson River
moving...I kept moving
dreaming:
Panama...heart of adventure
the hot life of Mexico
the drunkard...the dock worker
Rythum...flash of white hair...winter
the Jesters...the Paragons
rise of the blue heron
breathe through the great rythum
scream through the Shepard
sing through that rock n'roll music
rock n'roll music
rock n'roll music
rock n'roll

Published in The Patti Smith Fan Club, Journal, #6,
July of 1978 and luckily seen the light of a day again
just recently thanks to Don from Eternal Cafe.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

b o a r d : Heaven

This is how it looks like in heaven.

Les 2 Alpes

This Is My Band

This is my band and tonight I discovered this:


Meanwhile I've been listening to:

Foals - Total Life Forever
Caribou - Swim
Caribou - Andorra
Caribou - The Milk of Human Kindness
Bonobo - Days To Come
Massive Attack - Collected
Four Tet - Remixes
Four Tet - Rounds
Radiohead - Amnesiac
Radiohead - Ok Computer
Damon Albarn & Michael Nyman - Ravenous soundtrack
Damon Albarn - Democrazy
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Murder Ballads
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Let Love In
Joy Division - Uknown Pleasures
Joy Division - Closer
Joy Division - Substance

...last 24 hours

New Foals album is promising. Caribou's Swim is pretty good too.

Pixels

PIXELS by Patrick Jean from ONE MORE PRODUCTION on Vimeo.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Iceland is Punk

Iceland is taking the piss out of the western society. The last real punk
around. So enjoy the look on the sky, Europe. For some time it might
be quite quiet up there. And crystal clear. When no planes go.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

These Boots Are Made For Walking

Not a Converse fan, not a shoe (but a Schoo!) fan, not a "let's make money
on some dead but great band" fan... but
these boots are made for walking!

Brussels 1979

Brussels, Belgium
October 18, 1979
Photo by Philippe Carly

More rare treasure-like photos from the great times here: new wave photos

Norwich 1981


Norwich, England
October 01, 1981
Photo by Trevor Benbrook

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Head Into Tomorrow

Sunday, June 14, 2009

myspace part 07

  • plastic people

    are people just puppets in the hands of someone?
    are we just puppets in the hands of something?

    yep..they're pulling the strings. or maybe not. er?

    who knows..

  • Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Nie naozaj myslim to vazne

    Ci nevazne s vaznostou vaznej vahy?

    Mozno je to len strata odvahy


    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Starosti inych nevidno zmyslom

    Lietajuce sochy pohltia mysel

    Niet nad lepsi horsi vymysel


    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Ked putujes sam prazdnym lesom

    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Ako ked putujes prazdnym lesom


    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Dospela k takym vaznym nazorom

    Hovori o sebe v tretej osobe

    O sebe osobe v tretom rozmere


    Niekedy je asi lepsie byt blaznom

    Ked putujes sam prazdnym lesom

    Mozes sa plazit, lietat, chodit posvojom

    Vo svojom pocite krasnom a stratenom

  • halve it

    a man comes

    she's standing there

    he comes to her, asks

    if he could take a bit

    she says no

    just take it all


    why don't halve it

    split it in two

    don't halve it

    halve it


    then he said better no

    turning his back

    leaving alone

    and alone nowhere

    no place none

    nowhere

    no place

    (howl)


    why don't halve it

    split it in two

    don't halve it

    halve it

    (in two)


    lost persons

    want to be two

    share it or leave

    not so true

    why don't halve it

    split it in two

    don't halve it

    halve it

    (in two)


    and alone nowhere

    no place none

    nowhere

    no place

    (home?)

  • a country of...

    They showed us three Moons

    Coming together into one

    Turning the sky so strange

    Purple, pink and blue


    Colours everywhere

    We stopped and watched

    Three Moons coming together

    the sky was so different that day


    the picture of the sky changed

    see the three eyes on a face without a mouth

    a spaceship above our heads

    someone disembarks the ship


    we were standing down

    hear the strange voice?

    See the strange face?

    And we realized


    we were in a country of Dali

    but didn't know the bloody thing

    they just put the honey on tounge

    and catch us in cage


    yeah, they chose the best place

    in front of the supermarket cathedral

    what is a saint place

    in this new age…


    colours were everywhere

    colours were everywhere

    but it was just an ilusion

    to make us been theirs
  • tri bodky...

    v mlákach svet sa odráža

    noha do mláky stúpa

    pri stanici tiene ludí

    sedia, cakajú. Cakajú?


    sedia, sklonené hlavy

    stratení vo vlastnom odtieni

    opodial neóny, cervená, modrá

    zelená, a cierna budova


    pes stredom križovatky kráca

    bez obojku, chodník sa stáca

    bez mena, chodník sa stráca

    so slobodou tažiacou na chrbte sa zmáca


    križovatka obrovská a prázdna

    no nikto nezatrúbi vcas

    radšej ho zrazí a zmizne

    odíde vdial a vdial naraz

  • secret garden

  • Ohorok

    A boli ma zub

    A vsetci znami su uz davno prec

    Vstupil do nich novy duch

    A ja nemam po ruke strieborny bajny mec


    Oslava sa skoncila

    A uz len zlomeny ohorok cigarety

    Spadol rezignovane do zvysku vina

    Na dno v prasknutom od ruzu spinavom pohari


    Topi sa, no nevzpiera sa

    Neplace, nekrici, nehneva sa

    Klesa a klesa, nebrani sa

    Pochopil.


    Starodavny nabytok z cias davno minulych

    Ticho prizera sa, nacuva a spomina zosnulych

    Na sedacke bordovy flak od krvi

    Uz len bledne bledne a napokon sa vytrati


    Topi sa, no nevzpiera sa

    Neplace, nekrici, nehneva sa

    Klesa a klesa, nebrani sa

    Pochopil.

  • ...whirligig...

    A man is so small..

    So tiny tiny ball

    Not like the world

    Not like the word


    A man just blink with an eye

    in the phone I hear him cry

    but there's no sense in reply

    someone please stop the lieeeee


    a man stands

    a man sits

    a man is on the floor

    people come and go


    (and go and go and go..they're gone)


    a man lies

    hundred years later

    a man lies

    is he dead?

    no he's not

    why to stop

    everything goes

    everything passes

    why to care

    why ever bother

    he's drunk

    he's dumb

    please carry on

    don't stop

    walk away

    please, people scatter in peace

    people?

    what people?

    is there even someone?

    just an empty glass I think

    pieces of broken glass on the floor

    the closed door

    the closed door of the world


    it's turning like whirligig

    turning faster and faster

    and you're fasten

    it's mad

    and it's normal

    so what?

    it's ok

    they say

    it's ok
  • Street Spirit

    // street spirit //



    • ...the last night in Dublin...

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