Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Maya Angelou =================================================== I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession, let alone two years or ten years. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close-order drill or exercise or yodeling or something, not music. Billy Holiday
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and of these cut- throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
if though my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we made.
will I always feel this way?
so empty, so estranged
=========================================================Angels fall from heaven, or so the story goes. But I believe they saunter out of blond brick buildings wearing black jackets and red Docs. They do not glide through the air with a halo over flowing golden hair, but swagger over cracked pavement, hiding their wings under graying old jackets. They keep their wings duct taped down and never reveal a smile until the moment is right. Angels strum guitars and sing about old cars. They do not pluck on the strings of harps, but tenderly pizzicato on the strings of my heart.
---Ann the Pirate
Influences
Bob Dylan, first and foremost its always been Dylan, he's written the soundtrack to my life.
Elliott Smith, Jeff Buckley, Tim Buckley, Paul Simon, Jim Croce, Joni Mitchel, Zoey Palmer, Shooter Jennings, Waylon Jennings, Amos Lee, Al green, Otis Redding, Prince, Bjork, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Joann Parton, Racheal Pollard, Allen Ginsburg, LINZI, Nina Simone, Billy Holiday, John Coletrain, Q not U, Murder by Death, The Blue Seeds, Damian Rice, Sui Jorge,Hank Williams, Blonde redhead, the moldy peaches, cat power, the velvet underground, The Pixies, Aimee Mann, The Pogues, Jaques brel, Racheal, Jake Vegas, Hearts Alone, self, the matts, pants earth, Phil Ochs, Fiona Apple, The Cranberries, David Bowie, sublime, Sonic Youth, Dinasour jr, heather nova, Iggy Pop, Massive Attack, The Cure, Colin Hay, Gary Jules, Ray LaMontagne, Leanard Cohen, Nick Cave and the bad seeds, Gabe Holdren, Cowboy Junkies, Pearl Jam, SoundGraden, John Lennon, GEORGE HARRISON, Loudon Wainwright III, Mellisa Ivey, Kelly Keel, Judd and Maggie, John Legend, Anthony Hamilton. Oasis, Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Willie Nelson, Nada Surf, Pedro the lion, Nutrual milk Hotel, The postal service, but surpisingly not Death cab...
I've really gotten into Tom Waits, Miles Davis, Monk, ect ect ect
Sounds Like
A little bit indie, a little bit emo, a little bit folk, all me...
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===Ne mi quitte pas===
Jacques brel
Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut soublier
Qui senfuit dj
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Moi je toffrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Oþ il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusquaprs ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
Dor et de lumire
Je ferai un domaine
Oþ lamour sera roi
Oþ lamour sera loi
Oþ tu seras reine
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je tinventerai
Des mots insenss
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-l
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs sembraser
Je te raconterai
Lhistoire de ce roi
Mort de navoir pas
Pu te rencontrer
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De lancien volcan
Quon croyait trop vieux
Il est parat-il
Des terres brules
Donnant plus de bl
Quun meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour quun ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne spousent-ils pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai l
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et tcouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
Lombre de ton ombre
Lombre de ta main
Lombre de ton chien
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
====================================================================================================="Expectations"
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt
You've been used, you're confused
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman
Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."
And then you got away, didn't you babe...
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.
==========================================================================================================I lived in one of the last slum courts on DeLongpre. someday the landlord would sell it for a tremendous sum and I would be bulldozed out. too bad. I threw parties that lasted until the sun came up, ran the typer day and night. a madman lived in the next court. everything was sweet. one block North and ten blocks West I could walk along a sidewalk that had footprints of STARS upon it. I don't know what the names mean. I don't hit the movies. don't have a t.v. when my radio stopped playing I threw it out the window. drunk. me, not the radio. there is a big hole in one of my windows. I forgot the screen was there. I had to open the screen and drop the radio out. later, whilst I was drunken barefoot (left) picked up all the glass, and the doctor while slitting my foot open without benefit of a shot, probing for ballsy glass, asked me, "listen, do you ever walk around not quite knowing what you are doing?"
"most of the time, baby."
=======================================================================================================================================I'm with you in Rockland where you're madder than I am
I'm with you in Rockland where you must feel strange
I'm with you in Rockland where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I'm with you in Rockland where you laugh at invisible humor
I'm with you in Rockland where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I'm with you in Rockland where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I'm with you in Rockland where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse
I'm with you in Rockland where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry spangled shock of mercy they eternal war is here...
Hey Miles I here you are lookin to make a bit of a change, just wanted you to know I like you just the way you are, your music is from your heart, others might ruin that. If you ever want to have a cup and smoke and discuss music and creating it just let me know. All the best my friend -rob
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