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TONTO : Dawn
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Pussy Tower
I love the night and I love the rain
and certain pictures enmesh my brain,
my steps resound on the shiny street
and there´s the red light, that will meet my need.
Pussy Tower Pussy Tower Pussy Tower Pussy Tower
There is the girl with fire in her eyes,
her jugs are lovely and her booty´s nice
then she invites me in her backroom
she is the lady and I´m a good groom.
Pussy Tower, that is my hour!
Pussy Tower has real power.
I want her body close to mine,
her pussy power tastes like fine wine, wine, wine, wine…
When I´m there, I feel contented,
or though I know that she is rented.
But when I leave her and I´m back on the street,
I´m in a hurry, I don´t want to meet anyone.
I hate the night and I hate the rain,
and scary thoughts poison my brain.
I´m good for nothing a slimy worm
to feed the seagulls out in the storm.
I´m good for nothing a slimy worm
to feed the seagulls out in the storm.
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LAPISLAZULI ORR
Early love stories
By Antonella Eye POrcelluzzi 2020
For « The Very Eye of Night » film Soundtrack By T.R. Hand and Glove of Bones 2020
1.
I enter a shop
To buy a present
Antiquity shop
I talk to the keeper
I suddenly say
He is a Buddha
He doesn’t react
Just a look
And he goes
To the shop window
From the inside he
Takes an object
Lapislazuli Lapislazuli
He says
I don’t know
How much it’s worth
Maybe nothing
Maybe a lot
He wants me to keep it
To keep it with me
I want you to keep it
To keep it with you
I keep it I keep it
Lapislazuli
Still
Good faithful gift
It is still with me
2.
Parfum
Gitan
Au Romarin
Ça sent bon
Je ne suis rien
Rien n’est ce corps
Qui change
Sur le balcon
L’homme me regarde
Quand je passe
Je regarde pas
Rosa mon amie
Est surprise
Qu’il s’intéresse
À moi
Rose le connait
Sait ce qu’il fait
Ce qu’il lui plait
Je suis trop pure
Elle nous présente
Il porte une cape
Rosa est jalouse
Le jour d’après
Il sonne chez moi
Il m’amène sur le quai
Puis sur un vieux bateau
Il m’embrasse
Surprise du baiser
Mon premier baiser
Se mélange au café
Dans sa bouche
Je me retire
Je ne bois
Pas encore
De café
Il fume
On se promène
C’est déjà le soir
On est encore
Ensemble
Maison d’amis
Sur le port
Musique étrange
Mystérieuse fascinante peureuse
Envoutante
La musique envoutante
Entre directe
Dans ma tête
Je la chercherai
Je la retrouverai
Plus tard
On quitte la fille et la mère célibataire
Les garçons aux jambes longues
On sort par la porte
Suivis par la fumée
Et par la lune
Je rentre en silence
Chez ma grand-mère
Je ne salue même pas
Il a léché mes mains
Il a caressé ma robe
Il a adoré mon cou
Je m’assois
Devant la télé
Pendants que les autres
Distraits
Discutent
Je suis
Entourée par les voix
C’est temps de partir
Dans une autre ville
Mon père m’y amène
Un jour
On mange un parfait bouillon
Je parle beaucoup
Pendants le voyage
Je ris tout le temps
Au retour
Au retour
Devant ma fenêtre
Il fait des tours
En moto
Sur une seule roue
Il est triste
Plus que moi
La vie dans la nouvelle ville
Je ne mange plus
Je n’ai plus d’amis
Puis on m’invite à sortir
On visite les supermarchés
On vole des cosmétiques
Carla
Qu’on n’utilise pas
On est bandits on est pirates
On sauve le monde
Avec notre dégaine
Carla me parle de sexe
Devant les collines
Elle dit
Il ne faut pas en avoir peur
A l’air très sage
Moi le dos courbé
Je l’ai fait bien plus tard
Une nuit dans un jardin
Mais déjà là
À ce moment
j’ai repris à manger
Lui je l’ai quitté
J’ai fuit
Je suis revenue
Pour voir
S’il était là
Il n’y était plus
Beaucoup plus tard
Ma boule de douleur
Pressée
A éclaté
Je me suis mise à aimer.
(Gipsy Perfume
Au Romarin
It smells good
I am nothing
Nothing is this body
That changes
On the balcony
The man looks at me
When I pass by
I’m not looking at
Rosa my friend Is surprised
That he cares
For me
Rose knows him
Knows what he’s doing
What he likes
I am too pure
She introduces us
He’s wearing a cape
Rosa is jealous
The day after that
He rings at my house
Takes me to the dock
Then to an old boat
He kisses me
Surprised by the kiss
My first kiss
Blends with the coffee
In his mouth
I detouch
I don’t drink
Not yet
Any coffee
He smokes
Walking around
It’s already the evening
We are still
Together
His friend’s house
On the port
Strange music
Mysterious fascinating scared
Bewitching
The bewitching music
Direct entry
Into my head
I’ll look for it
I’ll find it again
Later
We leave the girl and the single mother
The boys with the long legs
We go out of the door
Followed by the smoke
And by the moon
I return in silence
To my grand-mother’s house
I don’t even salute
He licked my hands
He caressed my dress
He adored my neck
I just sit down
In front of the TV
While the others
Inattentive
Discuss
I am
Surrounded by the voices
It’s time to move
To another city
My father takes me there
One day
We eat a perfect broth
I talk a lot
During the journey
I laugh all the time
On the way back
Back
In front of my window
He’s doing rounds
On a motorcycle
On a single wheel
He is sad
More than me
Life in the new city
I don’t eat anymore
I don’t have any friend
Then I’m invited out
We visit the supermarkets
We are stealing cosmetics
Carla
That we don’t use
We’re bandits we’re pirates
We save the world
With our face
Carla talks with me about sex
In front of the hills
She says
Don’t be afraid of it
She seems very wise
Me, my back bent
I did it much later
One night in a garden
But already there
At that time
I started again to eat
Him, I left him
I ran away
I came back
To see
If he were still there
He wasn’t there
Anymore
Much later
My ball of
Pressed Pain
Burst
I started to love.)
3.
I see
A collective mind
Connecting
Directly
With the Blue
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"I was accused of being a utopian, of wanting to eliminate unpleasure from the world and safeguard pleasure only. However, I had put down in black and white that conventional upbringing makes people incapable of pleasure by armoring them against unpleasure. Pleasure and joy of life are inconceivable without struggle, painful experiences, and unpleasurable self-confrontations. Psychic health is characterized, not by the Nirvana theory of the Yogis and the Buddhists, the hedonism of the epicureans, the renunciation of monasticism; it is characterized by the alternation between unpleasurable struggle and happiness, error and truth, deviation and rectification, rational hate and rational love; in short, by being fully alive in all situations of life.
The ability to endure unpleasure and pain without becoming embittered and seeking refuge in rigidification goes hand in hand with the ability to receive happiness and to give love.
As Nietzsche put it, he who would "exult to high heaven", must be prepared to "grieve unto death". However, our European social philosophy and education turned adolescents, depending upon their social situation, either into fragile puppets or into dried-up, dull, chronically morose machines of industry and "business,, incapable of pleasure."
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FLY : AEP with PENDRO
05:50
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EVANESSANCE by TARKANOID
06:17
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ILARIA BOFFA: Sequence
02:57
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SEQUENCE
Folded back on the floor, the body where beams filter among
toes, womb, hips, lips.
Torn to shreds, open
a cleft in the concrete.
Where beams filter on the floor
legs torn to shreds
the spine scratching on the concrete. Incomplete in its standing, the body folded back in the womb.
My legs, pale
the spine scratching on the concrete. I may only expose the wrists
where beams filter in sequence
each ligament and nerve.
Leave nothing of us.
Trees encroach on the hills.
SEQUENZA
Rovesciato sul pavimento, il corpo dove i raggi filtrano tra
le dita dei piedi, grembo, anche, labbra. Ridotto a brandelli, aperto
una fenditura nel cemento.
Dove i raggi filtrano sul pavimento ridotte a brandelli le gambe
la schiena graffiata sul cemento. Incompleto nel suo stare eretto, il corpo rovesciato sul grembo.
Le mie gambe, esangui
la schiena graffiata sul cemento. Posso solo esporre i polsi
dove i raggi filtrano in sequenza ogni nervo e legamento.
Non lasciare nulla di noi.
Gli alberi sconfinano sulle colline.
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Antonella Eye Porcelluzzi Marseille, France
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