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Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov // The Dead Sparrow, Franz Marc // Only Skin, Joanna Newsom

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joanna newsom - the milk-eyed mender cd booklet

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I met a young soldier He said his name was Killer Kyle He was shaking all over Like a night-frightened child This is his story It's a tough one for me to tell Hard as the squawk and the flap And the beat of black wings "They gave me a gun," he said They gave me a mission For the power and the glory Propoganda, piss on 'em There's a war zone inside me I can feel things exploding I can't even hear the fucking music playing For the beat of black wings He said, "I never had nothing" Nothing I could believe in My girl killed our unborn child Without even grieving I put my hands on her belly To feel the kid kicking She'd been to some clinic Oh, the beat of black wings They want you, they need you They train you to kill To be a pin on some map Some vicarious thrill The old hate the young That's the whole heartless thing The old pick wars, we die in 'em To the beat of black wings There's a man drawing pictures On the sidewalk with chalk Just as fast as he draws them Rain come down and wash 'em off "Keep the drinks comin' girl" Till I can't feel anything I'm just a chalk mark in a rainstorm I'm just the beat of black wings

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Caught in the middle Carol, we're middle class We're middle aged We were wild in the old days Birth of rock n' roll days Now your kids are coming up straight, and My child's a stranger, I bore her But I could not raise her Nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Down at the Chinese Cafe We'd be dreaming on our dimes We'd be playing, "Oh, my love, my darling" One more time Uranium money Is booming in the old home town now It's putting up sleek concrete Tearing the old landmarks down now Paving over brave little parks Ripping off Indian land again How long, how long Short-sighted business man Ah, nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Down at the Chinese Cafe We'd be dreaming on our dimes We'd be playing, "You give your love so sweetly" One more time Christmas is sparkling Out on Carol's lawn This girl of my childhood games With kids nearly grown and gone Grown so fast Like the turn of a page We look like our mothers did now When we were those kids' age Nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Nothing lasts for long Down at the Chinese Cafe We'd be dreaming on our dimes We'd be playing, "Oh, my love, my darling I've hungered for your touch A long lonely time And time goes by so slowly And time can do so much Are you still mine? I need your love I need your love God speed your love to me" Time goes. Where does the time go? I wonder where the time goes...

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Several Circles (1926) by Vassily Kandinsky. Oil on canvas.

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Stazione Centrale, Milano

Mario De Biasi, ca. 1950

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“La Glorification de la Musique” by Jean-Joseph Benjamin-Constant, 1899

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Henry Farrer (U.S.1844-1903)

Winter Scene in Moonlight  1869

 watercolor and gouache on paper

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Jerry Hall by Graham Hughes for Siren by Roxy Music, 1975

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Nan Goldin - Fog, Brides Les Bains, France, 2002.

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I went to Staten Island, Sharon To buy myself a mandolin And I saw the long white dress of love on a storefront mannequin Big boat chugging back with a belly full of cars All for something lacy Some girl's gonna see that dress And crave that day like crazy Little Indian kids on a bridge up in Canada They can balance and they can climb Like their fathers before them They'll walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline Shine your light on me, Miss Liberty Because as soon as this ferry boat docks I'm headed to the church to play bingo Fleece me with the gamblers' flocks I can keep my cool at poker But I'm a fool when love's at stake Because I can't conceal emotion What I'm feelings always written on my face There's a gypsy down on Bleeker Street I went in to see her as a kind of joke And she lit a candle for my love luck And eighteen bucks went up in smoke Sharon, I left my man at a North Dakota junction And I came out to the Big Apple here To face the dream's malfunction Love's a repetitious danger You'd think I'd be accustomed to Well I do Accept the changes At least better than I used to do A woman I knew just drowned herself The well was deep and muddy She was just shaking off futility Or punishing somebody My friends were calling up all day yesterday All emotions and abstractions It seems we all live so close to that line And so far from satisfaction Dora says "Have children" Mama and Betsy say "Find yourself a charity" Help the needy and the crippled Or put some time into ecology Well, there's a wide, wide world of noble causes And lovely landscapes to discover But all I really want to do right now Is find another lover When we were kids in Maidstone, Sharon I went to every wedding in that little town To see the tears and the kisses And the pretty lady in the white lace running down And walking home on the railroad tracks Or swinging on the playground swing Love stimulated my illusions More than anything And when I went skating after Golden Reggie You know it was white lace I was chasing Chasing dreams Mama's nylons underneath my cowgirl jeans He showed me first you get the kisses And then you get the tears But the ceremony of the bells and lace Still veils this reckless fool here Now there are twenty-nine skaters on Wolmann Rink Circling in singles and in pairs In this vigorous anonymity A blank face at the window stares, and stares, and stares, and stares, and stares And the power of reason And the flowers of deep feelings Seem to serve me Only to deceive me Sharon you've got a husband And a family and a farm I've got the apple of temptation And a diamond snake around my arm But you still have your music And I've still got my eyes on the land and the sky You sing for your friends and your family I'll walk green pastures by and by

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Joel Bernstein, Joni Mitchell, Lake Mendota, March 1976

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