Friday, 25 November 2011

The Sound of the Trees...


I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.

Robert Frost, The Sound of the Trees



Tin Hat - Old World

Monday, 14 November 2011

A Day Dream...


My eyes make pictures when they're shut:--
I see a fountain large and fair,
A Willow and a ruined Hut,
Bend over us, like a bower, my beautiful green Willow!

Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Impromptu in Blue by Kevin MacLeod on Grooveshark

Sunday, 6 November 2011

Adieu | Coeur de Pirate


Tu ris si mal, tu ris de vide
Des taches de vin sur ta chemise
Qui a deux boutons éclatés
Sur ton corps qui me repoussait
Tu fais l’amour en deux poussées
L'amant le manque l'a tourné (????)
Et pendant que tu t’articules
Moi je soupire et toi tu me
Menaces de partir
Parce que je hurle
Quand tu chantes tes souvenirs
Eh bien chéri
Prends donc la porte
Car tu sais que plus rien ne me va
Mais dis moi adieu demain
Mais dis moi adieu en chemin
Va voir les autres, je n’en pense rien
Je t’ai aimé mais je t’assure que c’est la fin
Crois-tu pouvoir enfin me dire
Que tu veux bien qu’on reste amis
Non c’est gentil, ça va comme ça
Des amis j’en ai plein déjà
Je n’aurai donc plus à t’entendre
Rentrer la nuit quand j’attends l’aube
Qui arrive en poussant les heures
Moi je me lève et toi tu me
Menaces de partir
Parce que je hurle
Quand tu chantes tes souvenirs
Eh bien chéri
Prends donc la porte
Car tu sais que plus rien ne me va
Mais dis moi adieu demain
Mais dis moi adieu en chemin
Va voir les autres, je n’en pense rien
Je t’ai aimé mais je t’assure que c’est la fin
Mais dis moi adieu demain
Mais dis moi adieu en chemin
Va voir les autres, je n’en pense rien
Je t’ai aimé mais je t’assure que c’est la fin

Coeur de pirate, Adieu



Friday, 4 November 2011

With a flower......


I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.

Emily Dickinson, With a flower


Tuesday, 1 November 2011

In a pile of dead leaves and a moon...


No shadow no stars
no moon no cars
November
it only believes
in a pile of dead leaves
and a moon
that's the color of bone

No prayers for November
to linger longer
stick your spoon in the wall
we'll slaughter them all

November has tied me
to an old dead tree
get word to April
to rescue me
November's cold chain

Made of wet boots and rain
and shiny black ravens
on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd
you're my firing squad
November

With my hair slicked back
with carrion shellac
with the blood from a pheasant
and the bone from a hare
tied to the branches
of a roebuck stag
left to wave in the timber
like a buck shot flag

Go away you rainsnout
go away blow your brains out
November

Tom Waits