Ram II

Day 308

The Sandman

Day 347 of 366 - 2009

It is. It's complicated...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwtdhWltSIg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWuotfT_j6s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3SjCzA71eM

CODINE 

Buffy Ste. Marie

 
My belly is craving, as I lay on the bed,
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I live till tomorrow that'll be a long time
For I'll reel and I'll fall and I'll rise on cod'ane
An' it's real,        an' it's real, one more time

When I was a young man I learned not to care
For whiskey and from it, I often did swear
My mother and father said whiskey's a curse
But the fate of their son is so many times worse
An' it's real,      an' it's real, one more time

You'll forget you're a man, forget about women
Try it just once, an' you'll try it again
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I think
Why I live my life with my back turned to drink
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

It good for the aching when your body get ill
That's what they said when I took a few pills
Now the aches and the pains drive me out of my brain
They're always inside me because of cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

Stay away from the cities, stay away from town
Stay away from the men pushin' cod'ane around
Stay away from the drugstores who all play the game
You will live out your days as a slave to cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time


An' my belly is hurting, I've got shakin' in my head
An' I've started heating whether my body said              
Stave yourself up with the grains of cocaine
Or you'll end up dead an' you'll end up insane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

My belly is craving, as I lay on the bed,
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I live till tomorrow that'll be a long t'ame
For I'll reel and I'll fall and rise on cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

Noir

The man across the street had a blue Chevy that looked like this one. Greg Beresford was 
the eldest son there, he was several years older and taught us all to play doctor.

Thick As

THE VOICE OF SALOME

  Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood? . . .
Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love. . .
They say that love hath a bitter taste. But what matter? what matter? I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth.     

 [A ray of moonlight falls on Salome and illumines her.]

Wilde - Salomé

Beardsley - Pen & Ink

85 in the shade...

John of Patmos preparing for an evening out...

(Polaroid by Andy Warhol)

Dolly in her 30s

Who dares to live forever?
When love must die...

Indigenous Rights

I wanna be loved by you
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you - alone.
Boo boop bee doo.

Sadie's Shot

ERic

...so political

Cold and damp today...

And numbers for all...

The Boy Who Could Not . . .

 

Jimmy

This is a wonderful painting from a showing currently up at The Red Brick Café.

Go have a coffee and eat a treat that is bad for you. 

While you are at it check out the paintings, they are all good,
and I am NOT using the phrase in the current vernacular.

Piggies

Julia McNeely

Red Brick Café

April 21, 2012

The 80s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNRrRFe11eg

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.

Oscar Wilde