Thursday, May 25, 2006

TERRA VECCHIA: don't be light...

TERRA VECCHIA: don't be light...

Nice compositions, wish I knew French!
thanx for the comment, BTW!

Friday, May 12, 2006


I’ve lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
.
By Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
..
When time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think you’d know enough
...
To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to Blindman’s Bluff
....
A suburb now of River Roads
Where quandary and sublime improve
The sight whose imagery
Is sometimes that of fear
.....
I’ve lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
......
By Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Oh Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
Del Rio’s Song Oh Del Rio
.......
When time gets slow and rivers freeze
I think you’d know enough
........
To shut the gates of walled town walls
And putting up some good rum punch
Forget the way to Blindman’s Bluff
.........
So packed with eyes
That glow like coals
And pointing towards the North
Oh my boat left New Orleans in 1829!
.........
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

My destination is a secret
And the doctrine is soft
And just between the verse and me
It’s a place where you can see
Lost, last and luminous
Scored to sky yet never found
Relics of jewels
And ant-track tools
A true ghost dance
Rehearsal Ground
.........
I’ve lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
.........
I’ve lived upon
The edge of chance
For twenty years or more
And this is what my friends all mean
............
(Blue Oyster Cult)

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reasons tend to fly away
.
Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away, then you're gone away
..
Ah, come Susie dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you want to know where winds come from
...
Well, it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar, mm, yeah
....
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door left to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
.....
Ooh, in hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes, the light that never, never warms
Yes, the light that never, never warms
Never warms, never warms
......
The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Susie dear
Would find themselves at four winds bar
.......
It's the nexus of the crisis
And the origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me
.......
Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent
........
Astronomy - a star
...............
(Blue Oyster Cult)

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