Will get around to this when inspired... for now listen to this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08_2eTj3wsA&feature=related
and read a poem:
First paint a cage
with an open door
then paint
something pretty
something simple
something beautiful
something useful
for the bird
then place the canvas against a tree
in a garden
in a wood
or in a forest
hide behind the tree
without speaking
without moving …
Sometimes the bird comes quickly
but he can just as well spend long years
before deciding
Don’t get discouraged
wait
wait years if necessary
the swiftness or slowness of the coming
of the bird having no rapport
with the success of the picture
When the bird comes
if he comes
observe the most profound silence
wait till the bird enters the cage
and when he has entered
gently close the door with a brush
then
paint out all the bars one by one
taking care not to touch any of the feathers of the bird
Then paint the portrait of the tree
choosing the most beautiful of its branches
for the bird
paint also the green foliage and the wind’s freshness
the dust of the sun
and the noise of insects in the summer heat
and then wait for the bird to decide to sing
If the bird doesn’t sing
it’s a bad sign
a sign that the painting is bad
but if he sings it’s a good sign
a sign that you can sign
so then so gently you pull out
one of the feathers of the bird
and you write your name in a corner of the picture
Jacques Prévert
Condemned To Rock An Roll
Always feeling torn and slow
Love song cull destroy poem
Misery and trauma making love
Best go shoot the fucking doves
The past is so beautiful
The future like a corpse in snow
I think it's all the fucking same
It's a life sentence babe
A line of vodka tears inside
A shot of boredom helps my mind
Staring through a thousand dead
eyes
I guess my nerves are brutalised
Lips I kiss just another plague
Love can't fix the hole they made
Condemned to rock 'n' roll
No innocent exit when hope dies
And claustrophobia buys my mind
I ran to breathe contagious lies
No reason for just living life
Rip cord opens but my soul is cold
With you I never felt more alone
Skin never sweating dignity
Kept my line beneath ecstasy
This fragile prison of sanity
An ocean wave to death babe
Masochistic love going nowhere
You're nothing, pestilence, a seed
Oblivion's all we know
There's nothing I want to see
There's nowhere I wanna go
Condemned to rock 'n' roll
Sterile like a line of piss,
motherfucker
Review with avant-garde lips,
motherfucker
There's nothing I wanna see
There's nowhere I wanna go
..you want my name no more than i do myself..
Manic Street Preachers
