5/6/12

Turn me on Like a Radio.

There is nothing i like more than Discovering and Re-Discovering the briliance in Musicians. They have it all and I am envious of them, yet to grateful for their existence, cause without the ones that decorate your soul, what will dictate the pumps of your heart's beating, if not breath taking Music. Joni is a masterpiece, and the more i get to know her, the more I fall in love with her, and in awe how she shines through her with her Sound, Lyrics, art, weird twists, and the individual touch that she only has to herself, and no one else even reaches her feet. That is why is it hard to get introduced to new modern music because it always "sounds like". Its nice to carry on the feeling of inspiration, and carry their messages across my days, and hopefully one day it shall burst out in some form of a shape into my life, and come out of me as if i was Ginny in a bottle.
If you're driving into town 
With a dark cloud above you                                                                    Turn Me on like A Radio. 
Dial in the number 
Who's bound to love you 

Oh honey you turn me on 
I'm a radio 
I'm a country station 
I'm a little bit corny 
I'm a wildwood flower 
Waving for you 
Broadcasting tower 
Waving for you 

And I'm sending you out 
This signal here 
I hope you can pick it up 
Loud and clear 
I know you don't like weak women 
You get bored so quick 
And you don't like strong women 
'Cause they're hip to your tricks 

It's been dirty for dirty 
Down the line 
But you know 
I come when you whistle 
When you're loving and kind 

But if you've got too many doubts 
If there's no good reception for me 
Then tune me out, 'cause honey 
Who needs the static 
It hurts the head 
And you wind up cracking 
And the day goes dismal 

From "Breakfast Barney" 
To the sign-off prayer 
What a sorry face you get to wear 
I'm going to tell you again now 
If you're still listening there 

If you're driving into town 
With a dark cloud above you 
Dial in the number 
Who's bound to love you 

If you're lying on the beach 
With the transistor going 
Kick off the sandflies honey
The love's still flowing 
If your head says forget it 
But your heart's still smoking 
Call me at the station 
The lines are open


© Joni Mitchell 

5/4/12

Shake You

Woo I woke up with such a startled response to such a strange dream. You know this feelings how you wake up and divert your attention, knowing inside how you wish to capture this bouncing dream in and out of your consciousness, and pfff it disappears in Mili seconds. Now, as beginning to write, the dream vividly came back to me; the feeling, the sensation, walking down the streets of Manhattan and screaming haaaa there is my restaurant, this is my Deli. It does not matter so much what dream it was, yet the fact that when one begins to use somewhat of his creative outlets, the most intimate and real places come out from within him. I need to get organized in my head, i need to make more art, Listen to new music, do something that hasn't been done. I wish I could take a writing course, where everything will be clear and systematic to me, so in this way, the ideas will flow through me structured, and not blasting all over the place getting lost beneath all this capturing endless storage virtual world. Why do people enjoy reading about journeys of others so much??? I want a journey but when ever i think about the process i get tired, shouldn't it provide me with a feeling of freedom and escapade, reaching out there for something else. Arriving at the end of my Psych degree, things are leaving the theory box. The "theory box" has kept all of us contained in an academic bubble till today, and now we understand that this theory box was especially acquired and structured from this population next to us. This population is everyone, and so close that is hard to conceive how it left the box to fit this human being. Listen to someone, or let someone open to you and the theories turn to living proof stories of how fucked up we are, how sensitive, how dehumanized, how corrupt. I don't mean to be this negative, I believe it is more humorous, but I once read this saying that influenced me so much as opposed to everything else i have read. That us humans became Domesticated beings, and this way we are moving further and further away from our natural selves. Anyhow, solutions can be nice, and I assume that the small things do provide them. I shall continue reading and writing until I can, Painting some, and Digging everyone's brains with my sincere need to be genuine and real, where in the process maybe stepping on your face. Hello.  


not my painting, but someone from my high school did it, and he is a genius. Pure psycho genius.

https://www.google.co.il/search?sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=tracey+emin(  Work by Tracey Emin).

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