Saturday, 19 December 2009

Tom Waits - Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis

Now a real Christmas Song... It's got the Silent Night intro and you just can't go wrong with that one.

hey Charley I'm pregnant
and living on 9th street
right above a dirty bookstore
off euclid avenue
and I stopped taking dope
and I quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone
and works out at the track.

and he says that he loves me
even though its not his baby
and he says that he'll raise him up
like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring
that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancin
every saturday night.

and hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin' station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?

hey Charley I almost went crazy
after mario got busted
so I went back to omaha to
live with my folks
but everyone I used to know
was either dead or in prison
so I came back in minneapolis
this time I think I'm gonna stay.

hey Charley I think I'm happy
for the first time since my accident
and I wish I had all the money
that we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lot
and I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different car
every day dependin on how
I feel.

hey Charley
for chrissakes
do you want to know
the truth of it?
I don't have a husband
he don't play the trombone
and I need to borrow money
to pay this lawyer
and Charley, hey
I'll be eligible for parole
come valentines day.

It's Christmas and...

Christmas sucks.

Here we go again, another holiday season, where for some reason all the lit up trees make people smile for some strange reason. People find it strange I don't enjoy Christmas very much. Forgive me for not enjoying a time of the year where apparently what we celebrate is hypocrisy and hollowness. A christmas tree turned on and suddenly we remember to invite family over or they decide it's a good time to drop by. How I imagine people's faces when they realize can't afford to buy what they "have" to bring.
What I can't imagine are the parents faces when they realize there's no way they can afford none the "amazing" toys their kids get brainwashed daily with on television.
Can't also imagine the kids disappointment when they do open the presents their parent can afford. I love television more everyday. This time of the year they are in the "breaking hearts" business.
Everyone expects too much when they should expect nothing at all. Instead of programming the kids to "get" this should be the time for them to give... but no... if Christmas was a time where you could only give something to someone that couldn't give anything back... well then everyone would just fucking hate Christmas wouldn't they?
Hey I had my share of Christmases I enjoyed, but now I'm "all" grown up. I keep in touch all year long with the family that cares and I sure as hell don't pretend to get along with the ones that don't give a shit.
It's not like we live 3000km away from each other. (It's more like 50 one side to the other) So what's the excuse? I'm quite lucky in this department although I'm bitching about it... it's just cause I know things and people.

I read somewhere something like this: "He who does not have Christmas in his spirit will not find it under a tree".

So think about Christmas when you see someone at the shopping centre's entrance asking for your help for something, cause wether it's dogs, cats, cancer, aids, info-exclusion, poverty it's not your money they are asking for it is your help. Make your Christmas spirit kick-in then.
When you buy a burger and ask for some bullshit sauce that costs 0.20cents, read the sign that says if you give 0.20cents to help the entity will give another 0.20... fuck go crazy give them 0.40cents! Oh you will see that the satisfaction you get upon purchasing something you don't fucking need but still buy will come. If it doesn't well the 0.40cents weren't meant to help YOU now were they?
Go the the closest bricolage shop and walk the isles looking for more shit you couldn't think of to have but will reflexively grab if someone tells you its fucking cheap or fucking useful or that it look would amazing with the curtains you're already carrying under your fucking arm.

Errr i got kinda lost (and pissed) along the way didn't I? Well I probably missed some points I would like to focus on but it doesn't matter the ones I did focus on you are completely unaware to and you are completely unrelated to them.

Have a wonderful Christmas, spend a lot of money you don't have, buy more shit you don't need, replace your lack of affection towards someone else by buying them some shit they probably don't need either and pretend that you don't use Christmas to try and make up for being an ass the other 364 days of the year.

Oh! Have a Happy New Year! Then do everything the again same way.

This song I share might sound like Peter Murphy and Tom Waits but it's not. Definitely worth listening to.

Oh, give me a noose I can hang from the tree
I need no excuse to end my misery
This holiday season is all the more reason to die

Oh, pull up a stool and an ear to a fool
Once found some solace in the season of yule
This holiday season is all the more reason to cry

I put on my mittens, one green and one red
And I walk alone where they bury the dead
The snow falls as I breathe
It's a Gothic, death-rock Christmas eve

The bottle is empty
The sleigh has a flat
The stripper in my bed is ugly and fat
Her tassels are tangled and what's worse
My jingle won't jangle

This time of the year makes me sick to my guts
All this good cheer is a pain in the nuts
When it's your career to be down in the dumps
Tidings of comfort and joy really suck

I feel like St. Nicholas is pulling my leg
This thing we call "Christmas" is a sorry black plague
This holiday season is
All the more reason to die

Thursday, 17 December 2009

José Afonso

Coincidências da vida é isto:

Acabar de imprimir um trabalho sobre um poema à nossa escolha, ir para o elevador à pressa para entrega-lo, e ao chegar ao elevador ter uns olhos a me seguirem. Os mesmos olhos que tinha acabado de imprimir para o trabalho, a mesma foto que tinha imprimido para o trabalho.
O livro era este, o preço era outro...
Tinha que dar tempo. Atrasado também já estava.
Saquei duas de 10 veio para traz uma de 5...
Já li um pouco mas a Presidência Sueca não me dá tempo para muito mais.

Gostava de poder por aqui um video de "Os Bravos" ou das "Trovas Antigas"... mas é complicado.

Esta também é eterna, ainda mais vivendo onde vivo. Por vezes a ler o diário dou por mim a trautear um "Eles comem tudo(...)" ou um "E não se esgota o sangue da manada"...

No céu cinzento sob o astro mudo
Batendo as asas Pela noite calada
Vêm em bandos Com pés veludo
Chupar o sangue Fresco da manada

Se alguém se engana com seu ar sisudo
E lhes franqueia As portas à chegada
Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

A toda a parte Chegam os vampiros
Poisam nos prédios Poisam nas calçadas
Trazem no ventre Despojos antigos
Mas nada os prende Às vidas acabadas

São os mordomos Do universo todo
Senhores à força Mandadores sem lei
Enchem as tulhas Bebem vinho novo
Dançam a ronda No pinhal do rei

Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

No chão do medo Tombam os vencidos
Ouvem-se os gritos Na noite abafada
Jazem nos fossos Vítimas dum credo
E não se esgota O sangue da manada

Se alguém se engana Com seu ar sisudo
E lhe franqueia As portas à chegada
Eles comem tudo Eles comem tudo
Eles comem tudo E não deixam nada

(Aparentemente sem relação nenhuma a este post)

Sunday, 13 December 2009

Sooner or later...

You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down
Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler, the gambler, the back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

(Johnny Cash version)

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Good timing

The Glitter & Doom Tour made it just in time for my birthday... What a GIFT!

Speaking of gifts... check this one out:

Yup... birthday's are nice...