Category Archives: Reverie

Exiting New Toy!!!

 

My sincerest apologies for my sudden disappearance!!!  The square format had me in a bit of a funk… But exciting new things are coming along now.  I’ve recently received a new toy: the Zeiss Ikon rangefinder mounted with a 50 mm lens.  I expect, as you should, more spontaneous frames.  More to come.

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Thinking about you…

MOAN

I’ve been thinking too much about you
See the sunset with no sleep at all
Constantly thinking about you
And I can’t get through this at all

I’ve been thinking too much about you
I’ve been staring at the floor
I’ve listened to all the tunes I love
but made me feel quite blue

I’ve been thinking too much about you
See the sunrise still no sleep at all
Constantly thinking about you
And my eyelids won’t close at all

Trentemøller (Vocal Remix)

Amazing video for Trentemøller: Moan, directed by Niels Gråbøl and Ulrik Crone. In memory of Laika (✝1957), the first living creature in space. Original version of Moan appears on the Trentemøller album “The Last Resort”. (JADE)


Don’t Say No To Me

AN ECHO, A STAIN

She touched
My arm
And smiled

One of these days
Soon
Very soon
Love you ’til then
Love you ’til then

Feel my breath
On your neck
And your heart
Will race

Don’t say no to me
You can’t say no to me
I won’t see you
Denied

I’m sorry you saw that
I’m sorry he did it
An echo
A stain
A stain

I can’t say no to you
I can’t say no to you
Say nothing

Free falling
Complete

Björk


Woman A

She’s had time to reflect on what has happened and is finally starting to realize that it’s all a joke.

If you want to hear the joke…

If you are done reflectin’ and are ready for actin’…


Black

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything

I take a walk outside, I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be . . . yeah

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a sun
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?

Pearl Jam