HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WHOEVER.
l’esprit d’escalier took me and threw me under your truck
so that when you yelled “faggot”
and I said “no, thanks,”
we were each more than the other
and I lifted you out of your aging Chevy
and you plucked me up off the sidewalk
and in the air above the street
we danced the sad waltz of Pietro Crespi.
and what did the scissors give me
but a set of tiger stripes?
I walked down into the water.
I walked out into the night.
Did the water take me under?
I held gifts in either hand.
I was tigerfish asunder
with my arms all marked in bands.
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Reblogged from Tralalère !
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Destroyer - Painter In Your Pocket
Where did you get that penchant
for destruction
in the way you talk?
hahahhaa. those kids will never beat him. don’t they know that?
Three dudes beating off to Henry Rollins - JUST LIKE REAL LIFE.
Reblogged from Honey & Salt
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: O’Malley’s Bar
Another brilliant Murder Ballad, longer and more profane than Stagger Lee!
I looove the line about the fucking big ashtray.
Okay, here’s my secret: Murder Ballads bores me to tears. Listening to Murder Ballads put me off listening to Nick Cave for something like five years because I was obviously wrong when I thought he made the sort of music that I would like. There, I said it.
I’m right there with 86400. Moreover, From Her To Eternity doesn’t do much for me other than to make me want to listen to something else. Is Dig Lazarus Dig a fluke or is my taste in grandpa-rock just terrible? Am I actually abusing italics for emphasis? Blah blah blah?
Reblogged from Eight Six Four Oh Oh
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