Psycho
Dave;Kyle Evans;David Omoregie
Tuesday, twenty third of January
2018
I'm here with David
This is our first session
We're just gonna talk about your background
Where you're from, any issues you've been dealing with
So, where should we start?
2018
I'm here with David
This is our first session
We're just gonna talk about your background
Where you're from, any issues you've been dealing with
So, where should we start?
I just saw God, I just saw God
Outside the liquor store he told me I was lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Outside the liquor store he told me I was lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost
Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye
Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion
Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…
Vinicius De Moraes - Serenade of Farewell
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye
Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion
Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…
Vinicius De Moraes - Serenade of Farewell
One often makes a remark and only later sees how true it is.
Ludwig Wittgenstein - Journal entry (11 October 1914), p. 10e
Ludwig Wittgenstein - Journal entry (11 October 1914), p. 10e
Forwarded from tomrum
No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker’s tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
One cigarette - Edwin Morgan
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker’s tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
One cigarette - Edwin Morgan