Tuesday, July 31, 2007

woah, nick cave va perfekt når han va ung! han e fin nå og, men jeez louise

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Bands turn David Shrigley book into song!!!

Franz Ferdinand, Hot Chip, TV On The Radio etc ska lage musikk te Worried Noodles boken te D. Shrig!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OG! David Shrigley ska lage title sequence-en te en ny britisk indie film som hette Hallam Foe og hørres fantastisk og, og Jamie Bell har hovedrollen!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007




"Only the most violent convulsions of desire can make anyone feel real."

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

depresjonssanger del 4



dette e teknisk sett 3 sanger, men alle e fra albumet The Holy Bible av Manic Street Preachers, fra 1994, det kom ut 6 måneder før Richey Edwards, som skreiv meste av sangene på the holy bible, forsvant. eg syns det e det beste albumet noensinne lagt. men det e kanskje litt vanskelig å forstå det.

Yes - Manic Street Preachers

You can buy her, you can buy her
This one's here, this one's here, this one's here and this one's here
Ev'rything's for sale

For sale? dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For $200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself


4st 7lb

Days since I last pissed
Cheeks sunken and despaired
So gorgeous sunk to six stone
Lose my only remaining home
See my third rib appear
A week later all my flesh disappear
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone
Im getting better
Karen says Ive reached my target weight
Kate and emma and kristin know its fake
Problem is diets not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Stomach collapsed at five
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2
May I bud and never flower
My visions getting blurred
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine
My hands are trembling stalks
And I can feel my breasts are sinking
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef
And sits savouring her sole ryvitta
Thats the way youre built my father said
But I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
And not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
And not soil its purity
Kate and kristin and kit kat
All things I like looking at
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die
Choice is skeletal in everybodys life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
Legs bend, stockinged I am twiggy
And I dont mind the horror that surrounds me
Self-worth scatters, self-esteems a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
This disciplines so rare so please applaud
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
Ive finally come to understand life
Through staring blankly at my navel.


Faster - Manic Street Preachers

I am an architect, they call me a butcher
I am a pioneer, they call me primitive
I am purity, they call me perverted
Holding you but I only miss these things when they leave

I am idiot drug hive, the virgin, the tattered and the torn
Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards
Self-disgust is self-obsession honey and I do as I please
A morality obedient, only to the cleansed repented

I am stronger than mensa, miller and mailer
I spat out plath and pinter
I am all the things that you regret
A truth that washes that learnt how to spell

The first time you see yourself naked you cry
Soft skin now acne, foul breath, so broken
He loves me truly this mute solitude Im draining
I know I believe in nothing but it is my nothing

Sleep cant hide the thoughts splitting through my mind
Shadows arent clean, false mirrors too many people awake
If you stand up like a nail then you will be knocked down
Ive been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else

So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything
So damn easy to cave in, man kills everything


































Monday, July 23, 2007

depresjonssanger Del 3

Denne har eg og hatt lenge. Eg pleide å tro den handla om mishandling, eller et abusive forhold, men det tror eg ikkje lenger.

The Cardigans - and then you kissed me



man, i've had a few
but they wouldn't quite blow me like you
you gave me your name and signed
with a halo around my eye

and it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more

love, you're news to me
you're a little bit more than i thought you'd be
a mole in my well-fed lawn
you're a nightmare beating the dawn

oh, it hit me like never before
that love is a powerful force
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more

Blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power-fuel
sweet love, tasty blood
my heart overfloods

oh you hit me
yeah, you hit me really hard
man, you hit me
yeah you hit me right in the heart

lord, i've had my deal
but i never quite knew how it feels
when love makes you wake up sore
with fists that are ready for more

and it hit me that love is a game
like in war no one can be blamed
yes, it struck me that love is a sport
so i pushed you a little bit more

oh, blue, blue, black and blue
red blood sticks like glue
true love is cruel love
red blood's a power fuel
sweet love tasted blood
my heart overfloods

man, you hit me
yeah you hit me really hard
baby, you hit me
yeah you punched me right in the heart
and then you kissed me

and then you hit me

oh, you hold me with your violent heartbeat at night
oh, you strike me with your silence baby, tonight
you hold me with your violence baby, come hit me
you hold me with your violent heartbeat

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Her e någen bilder fra Marjan Pejoski sin lookbook fra AW 07/08 Menswear kolleksjonen, den e heilt sinnsyk! eg e forelska! det har kanskje og litt med modellen å gjørr som minne meg om Alex Kapranos i sin beautiful-dancewhore-michael fase, blanda med et eller aent pent menneske eg ikkje komme på:







anyway, tebake te poenget (det va forresten Marjan Pejoski som designa svanekjolen te Björk som eg syns e dødskul):