We do our time like pennies in a jar, what are we saving for?

(תרגום חופשי לעברית: אנחנו חיים כמו מטבעות בתוך צנצנת, בשביל מה אנחנו חוסכים?)

[מתוך השיר Believe - The Bravery]

"It's all the same fucking day, man"

-ג'ניס ג'ופלין

אין הטביעה מעוררת חמלה

כמאמץ להתרומם:

שלוש פעמים עולה הטובע

לנוכח רקיע דומם.

אחר הוא שוקע לעד

בתוך מצולות-האימים,

ושם יעזבוהו שרידי-תוחלתו –

כי היו בו ידי-אלוהים.

מבורא-העולם הרחום וחנון,

הנושא פנים לברואיו,

רחקנו היום – לא נבוש להודות –

כרחוק איש ואיש מאויביו.

Drowning is not so pitiful

As the attempt to rise.

Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man

Comes up to face the skies,

And then declines forever

To that abhorred abode,

Where hope and he part company

For he is grasped of God.

The Maker's cordial visage,

However good to see,

Is shunned, we must admit it,

Like an adversity.

(drowning is not so pitiful – אין הטביעה מעוררת חמלה / אמילי דיקנסון. תרגום: הדסה שפירא)

We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and I
I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay the rent.
We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir
We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more.

And you know you know you know it all went wrong.
And you know you know you know it was all wrong.

We choked on street tap water well I'm gonna have to try the real thing
I took your laugh by the collar and it knew not to swing.
Anytime I tried an honest job well the till had a hole and ha-ha
We laughed about payin' rent 'cause the county jails they're free.

And you know you know you know it all went wrong.
And you know you know you know it was all wrong.

Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll as you would, child
Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll as you would, child

Oh, lucky lucky lucky lucky me again.
I said it looks like I've got to use my feet again
Well I just spent my last one-hundred dollars
God I'll pay my bill again

Oh, I don't care
Oh, how I just don't care.

Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll shooken and shy
Deep Water, Deep Water
Senseless Denial
I went down like a rag doll rat of a child

Well King rat has me on his list again
I can never be on the fence again
I found out it's all loud
Open like an organ and it
talk, talk, talk, talk again
he promised me that when I cheated him
But I could open my eye well...
lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky,
lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again.

Deep Water, Deep Water
This Senseless Denial
I got fed like a fish, full of open smiles
Blue Water, Deep Water
Oh Senseless Denial
I got fed like a fish on the cardboard smiles

Well Well...
What do you have to say for yourself?
I said, well well
Well?
I said well, well, well, well!

Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky me again.
I hardly knew I should use my feet again
What do you have to say for yourself?
What do you have to say for yourself?

(הקליפ הוא אחד המטרידים והמדהימים שראיתי- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQLhWqek7i0&feature=fvst )

 K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

First comes love, then comes marriage.

Then comes an abrupt, tragic miscarriage.

Then comes blame, then comes despair.

Two hearts damaged beyond repair...

Johnny leaves Marissa, and takes the tree.

D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

(http://www.explosm.net/comics/1764/  מכאן. פשוט חשבתי שזה גאוני ומדכא בצורה קיצונית)

האהוב ישֵׁן בחזה המשורר

כַּמָּה אֲנִי אוֹהֵב אוֹתְךָ אַף-פַּעַם לֹא תֵּדַע,

כִּי בִּי אַתָּה יָשֵׁן עַכְשָׁו וּבִי אַתָּה הָדוּף.

שָׁטוּף בְּדִמְעוֹתַי אֲנִי נוֹצֵר אוֹתְךָ, רְדוּף

קוֹלוֹת חוֹדְרֵי-קְרָבַיִם הַחוֹתְכִים בִּי כִּפְלָדָה.

אֶת בֵּית-חָזִי חוֹצֶה עַכְשָׁו וּמְיַסֵּר מָרָה

הַחֹק הַמְּטַלְטֵל אֶת הַבָּשָׂר וְהַנִּיצוֹץ,

וְהַמִּלִּים הָעֲכוּרוֹת הִצְלִיחוּ כְּבָר לִנְעֹץ

שִׁנַּיִם בִּכְנָפָהּ שֶׁל נַפְשְׁךָ הַחֲמוּרָה.

עֲדַת גְּבָרִים דּוֹהֶרֶת בַּגַּנִּים וּמְחַכָּה,

עַל גֵּו סוּסִים שֶׁל אוֹר עִם רַעֲמָה יְרַקְרַקָּה,

לִנְחֹל אֶת נִשְׁמָתִי הַמְּעֻנָּה וְאֶת גּוּפְךָ.

אַךְ אַל נָא תִּתְעוֹרֵר, אָהוּב. יְשַׁן שֵׁנָה בְּרוּכָה.

הַקְשֵׁב אֵיךְ כָּל הַדָּם שֶׁלִּי בַּכִּנּוֹרוֹת פָּקַע!

רְאֵה אֵיךְ הֵם אוֹרְבִים לָנוּ בְּצִפִּיָּה דְּרוּכָה!

(האהוב ישן בחזה המשורר – El Amor Duerme En El Pecho Del Poeta / פדריקו גרסיה לורקה. תרגום לעברית: דורי מנור)

צולם בפארק קולומבוס

Mulberry & Worth St.

ניו יורק.

I sleep on my back 'cause it's good for the spine and

coffin rehearsl

I know a psychic who reads her own palms and

the findings are personal

she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side, well,

maybe she knows something I don't know

Why?, שבאים להופיע בארץ ביולי.

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset,
I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget."
I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow.
It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go.
I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know,
Mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror.
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

Bob Dylan

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZ2pJnxJUKI&feature=related 

(אפילו טוב יותר משלומי שבן, אני מתה על הקול של הבחורה)

I am so all-american, I'll sell you suicide
I am totalitarian, I've got abortions in my eyes

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the animal who will not be himself

FUCK IT

Hey victim

Should I black your eyes again?
Hey victim
You were the one who put the stick in my hand

I am the ism, my hate's a prism
let's jut kill everyone and let your god sort them out

FUCK IT

Everybody's someone else's nigger

I know you are so am I
I wasn't born with enough middle fingers
I don't need to choose a side

I better, better, better, better

Not say this

Better, better, better, better

Not tell

I hate the hater, I'd rape the raper
I am the idiot who will not be himself

FUCK IT

Andrea: unhappy is the land that breeds no hero.

Galileo: no, Andrea. Unhappy is the land that needs a hero.

Bertolt Brecht