New store order
These beautiful Python cowboy boots from the Gucci runway are one of a kind ($500)
New look for my window man in a western style shirt adorned with beaded salamanders (retails value $650, RM priced $200).
And my weekend escapades - those tracks in the snow are mine.
And a new song
The day I took my love away
I swear I thought I heard
My own heart whispering
It's dying words
'Cause it's a hard line that you take
Take a lifetime to make it
Don't do it for mine but for your own sake
If you choose to take it
The day I let our love die
I stood by it until it's last... sigh
And disappeared from the scene of the crime
Locked away to serve my time
'Cause it's a hard line that you take
Take a lifetime to make it
Don't do it for mine but for your own sake
If you choose to take it
There's a great divide
Where a line is drawn
Oh you must decide
Which half you're standin' on
'Cause it's a hard line that you take
Take a lifetime to make it
Don't do it for mine but for your own sake
If you choose to take it
The day I met a new love
Well how could I be sure
Whether it was ever true love
That I had known before
Monday, 23 February 2009
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Friday, 13 February 2009
Sunday, 8 February 2009
One Art
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
The Greatest -Cat Power
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could STALL me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned DEEP to dust
Melt me down
into big black armour
Leave no trace
Of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
TO CULPRIT SOUTH
Make 'EM WASH A SPACE IN TOWN
FOR THE LEAD
AND THE DREGS OF MY BED
I'VE BEEN SLEEPING
Lower me down
PIN ME IN
Secure the grounds
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
TWO FISTS OF SOLID ROCK
WITH BRAINS THAT COULD EXPLAIN
Any feeling
Lower me down
PIN ME IN
Secure the grounds
FOR THE LEAD
AND THE DREGS OF MY BED
I'VE BEEN SLEEPING
For the later parade
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or water fall could STALL me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned DEEP to dust
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