Genesis - Anyway
127 plays

Genesis — Anyway  

..All the pumping’s nearly over for my sweetheart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,
O boy, the running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it’s getting hard to catch my breath.
It‘s back to ash! Now, you’ve had your flash, boy;
The rocks, in time, compress
Your blood to oil,
Your flesh to coal;
Enrich the soil,
Not everybody’s gold.

Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I’m sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don’t even feel no pain;
I guess I must be driving myself insane.
Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Or heaven plug a hole in earth?
How wonderful to be so profound,
When everything you are is dying underground.

as I near 70,
I get letters, cards, little gifts
from strange people.
congratulations, they tell me,
congratulations

I know what they mean:
the way I have lived
I should have been dead in half
that time

I have piled myself with a mass of
grand abuse, been
careless toward myself
almost to the point of
madness,
I am still here
leaning towards this machine
in this smoke-filled room,
this large blue trashcan to my
left
full of empty
containers

the doctors have no answers
and the gods are
silent

congratulations, death,
on your patience.
I have helped you all that
I can

now one more poem
and a walk out on the balcony,
such a fine night there

I am dressed in shorts and stockings,
gently scratch my old
belly,
look out there
look off there
where dark meets dark

it's been one hell of a crazy
ballgame
    

congrats, Chinaski
Third Lung Review Vol. 8. 1992.

infinitysisters:

truefoes:

Ingmar Bergman — ca. 1936.

Bergman Jive.

infinitysisters:

truefoes:

Ingmar Bergman — ca. 1936.

Bergman Jive.

dianalily:

Szuwar (Aneta): 7432blur. Poland, 2007.

Via pinchytoes

Stevie Nicks - Gypsy (Acapella)
6,896 plays

Stevie Nicks — Gypsy (a capella-ish)

ratak-monodosico:

Barbara Kruger

(Source: boyirl)

And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via likeafieldmouse)

(Source: hanrettyc)

cappstreetcrap:

Homeless Man in SF Mission District… - Imgur

(20th Street, it appears)

artgods:

Hands of Jean Cocteau | Berenice Abbott

billdomonkos:

The trees tire of sleeping
and come to me nightly:
What are you mumbling?
Why are you not turning
the light off?

-Mikhail Faynerman 

(GIF: Bill Domonkos, 2014)

John Fahey - Sunflower River Blues
50 plays

batteredshoes:

John Fahey | Sunflower River Blues