|| if nothing else ||

via googling'vogueparis'

Kurt n Courtney

vain&Vapidfw08

Sunday forecast: 90s music, old Paris Vogues and long Bronte-style walks in the cold

I'm not of many words (or thoughts) lately, so i've found lots who can say it so much better: as well as saving countless pictures, sometimes lovely words give pause for thought...

xxx

can we have a bit of hush for an unknown ache and other fables;
one girl asking permission for a hair cut,
packing her horse into a suitcase,
name stitched into everything she owns
preparing to be a ghost this evening;
one girl a guerilla only held up by bows on her shoes,
apologising in her sleep
and strung like too-early christmas lights


At fourteen I learnt the art of lurking. I had already given up sleep. At night I tiptoed down the attic stairs and the whole house trembled with my disobedience. I slid out of the front door and into the street. I went to the graveyard with its stone angels and pagan gargoyles and lay under a tree which was an umbrella with a canopy of lungs. I made up miserable songs which I sang in a low monotone. I was always looking for the artist. I drifted to the water meadow and walked through clumps of nettles until my ankles grew numb elephantine skins. I walked slowly, wrapped in a duffle coat, hoping that something would happen.`

(Both from the hauntingly brilliant stringbeanjean )

Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash / Oh baby with your pretty face / Drop a tear in my wineglass / Look at those big eyes / See what you mean to me / Sweet-cakes and milkshakes / I'm a delusion angel / I'm a fantasy parade / I want you to know what I think / Don't want you to guess anymore / You have no idea where I came from / We have no idea where we're going / Lodged in life / Like branches in a river/ Flowing downstream / Caught in the current / I carry you / You'll carry me / That's how it could be / Don't you know me? / Don't you know me by now?

(the busking street poet in film 'Before Sunrise' who writes a poem for the lovers, if they like it they can give him change, his deal...)


Eh toi/ Hey you
dit-moi que tu m'aimes/ Tell me that you love me
meme ce c'est un mesonge/ even if it's a lie
et qu'on n'avons un chance/ and we don't have a chance
la vie est assez triste/ life's sad enough
dit moi qu m'aimes/ tell me you love me...

(Alice in 'Chansons D'Amour', a ditty she sings under her breath on a cab home, not part of the musical (but should be)