THE GREAT PAN IS DEAD

Years go by

you still know nothing

a stranger with your exact same name come and fuck you up
as your dirty mirror

it's all covered in dirt again

and a song can drive you nuts exactly the same way special songs did many years ago

and time never passes by

and feelings never go away

and the road ahead it's always there for us waiting to be 

walked 

eaten 

and 

swallowed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YF3DYO-v1WE&spfreload=10

and it feels glorious indeed

Tell me when the world is ending
You won't be there, still pretending
I was just someone you would love to love
But never love

I know people without substance
Will fill themselves with substances
But then, honey child
There was us, there still is

I will come running
Gunning trough the years
Hunting heart
Crushing fear

I am still haunting down the roads
I know of the hell
That begs and burns below

Tell me how the stars exploded
Heaven caved in, earth corroded
I was still breaking my body in
When you first touched me

I know people will say
We've thrown our lives away
But is there a trail to salvation
Or salvation anyway

Their love laughs at locksmiths
We're smashing trough the windows
Of delicate dream homes
I feel so crowded alone

The empathy of breaking chains
The sympathy in crashing waves
Careful boy, caution girl
I do not think we were meant for this world

Forever haunted
By the roads I know
And if not above
I'll see you below

Mirror Mirror

I see beauty

Follow Me

What if after many years you start feeling again?

And it's about films, visions, unsaid things, escapes, but mostly

 charming songs 

that hit you in the night and you are just but enchanted, 

as when I saw you the first time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyV_QqWuNNY

I'm getting out
I'm moving on
And from now on
address unknown
I should be difficult to find
So follow me
just follow me.

I'll sell you dreams and new desires
I'm trading hopes
I'm opened late
I am the night
I am your fate
So follow me
just follow me.

Faust was right
have no regret
Gimme your soul
I'll give you life
And all the things you want to get
So follow me
just follow me.

I'll give you wings
I'll sell you fame
Merry-go-round
maybe to hell
I am the key to your problem
So follow me
just follow me.

Unbelievable maybe
You'll have a new identity
For a second of vanity
I want to change your destiny

Unbelievable maybe
You'll have a new identity
For a second of vanity
I want to change your destiny

Follow me
follow me

 And every night after the first one

my dear

For Ash

I 

want

to

be

in

your

imminent

elegant

light

Anyway That You Want Me

If its love that you want
Baby you got it
From the depth of my soul
Baby you got it
Ive been watching you
Am I loving you in vain
Girl theres no need to explain



Anyway that you want me
Anyway that youll take me
Anyway that youll make me feel a part of you
Anyway at all



If theres dreams in your heart
They'll last forever
From the depth of my soul
Ill make them come true
Ive been watching you
Am I loving you in vain
Girl theres no need to explain


Spiritualized - Anyway That You Want Me from albatross38 on Vimeo.

Anyway that you want me
Anyway that youll take me
Anyway that youll make me feel a part of you
Anyway at all

Shot In The Back Of The Head

Moby meets Lynch

Surprisingly enough its pretty good

Falconer

Yesterday night there was a Tribute concert to Nico, curated by John Cale.
Different artists performing, each of them rearranging in their own ways some of her songs.
It was good, but nothing
nothing
could match the voice and the scenic presence of this lady.

Reminding me a of perfect combination between Maria Callas and Rebekah Del Rio in Mulholland Drive.
 

It was ecstatic and I still shiver whenever I play it

Porno

 

Some days are cursed

 

with luscious thoughts

Tengazako

Some nights are so surprising that make you wowow

Like your team is first in the league and none would have ever thought of it

Like you meet a stranger you only saw once randomly, in a foreign city, a genius guy, and now he's the foreigner and  there is no embarrassment

Like you go to a festival and you happen seeing a great band from malawi with a swedish guy at the computer, and they sound like Brazil, and everything is sexy

as your hands on me

Then I Met You

And you play me this

Sometimes fate really plays weird tricks

Stockholm Syndrome

I was away up north til few days ago.
I needed to runaway and not think.
Lately I had been traveling to see him, I was traveling to runaway from his thought, I was doing everything I could in order to save things up.
I thought I couldn't just start killing feelings. At least one of the two had to keep them, in respect to all we had.
One night, in Stockholm, thanks to a honest talk with a friend, I realized that it doesn't matter how much you love. I always believed that if you really know what you want, you can obtain it. It always worked. It always works. Big determination. But some of these sacrifices can make you compromise too much of your mental health. And freedom.
It doesn't mean that the goal its not worth the effort, its only that sometimes the price is too high.

That night, in Stockholm, I thought of the Stockholm Syndrome.

In that precise moment I realized that I owed it to myself to stop.

Some cities are blessed, and so are their inhabitants.

Don't Think Lover

NYC sounds like this:

 

(and a bit like You Made Me Realise too)

Jail La La

Frankie Rose, great drummer of the Crystal Stilts, plays in this other band that I so love

Some girls in LA really know how to make it right