PICTURES OF YOU.

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
that I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as I ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in
holding you close
how I always held close in your fear
remembering you running soft through the night
you were bigger and brighter and whiter than snow
and screamed at the make-believe
screamed at the sky
and you finally found all your courage to let it all go

remembering you falling into my arms
crying for the death of your heart
you were stone white so delicate
lost in the cold
you were always so lost in the dark
remembering you how you used to be
slow drowned
you were angels
so much more than everything
hold for the last time then slip away quietly
open my eyes
but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
all my pictures of you

looking so long at these pictures of you
but I never hold on to your heart
looking so long for the words to be true
but always just breaking apart
my pictures of you

there was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to feel you deep in my heart
there was nothing in the world
that I ever wanted more
than to never feel the breaking apart
all my pictures of you.

ARTISTS: THE CURE.

SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS.

The sea's evaporating
Though it comes as no surprise
These clouds we're seeing
They're explosions in the sky
It seems it's written
But we can't read between the line

Hush
It's okay
Dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Dry your eye
Soulmate dry your eye
Cause soulmates never die

This one world vision
Turns us in to compromise
What good's religion
When it's each other we despise
Damn the government
Damn their killing
Damn their lies

Hush
It's okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die

Soulmates never die
Never die
Soulmates never die
Never die...
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die
Soulmates never die

ARTISTS: PLACEBO

ALBASTERS DEUR CORNE GRUNDLING (SAUK JOERNALIS)

“Hoe ouer ek word, hoe meer geniet ek saterdagoggende. Miskien is dit die stil alleenheid wat daarmee kom om eerste op te staan of meskien die uitbundige vreugde om nie werk toe te gaan nie. Hoe dit ook al sy, die eerste paar ure op n saterdagoggend is die lekkerste.

N paar weke gelede was ek oppad na die motorhuis met n stomende koppie koffie in die een hand en die oggenkoerant in die ander hand. Wat as n tipiese saterdag begin het sou draai in een van daardie lesse wat die lewe van tyd tot tyd vir n mens gee. Laat ek jou hiervan vertel.

Ek is n radio amateur en het my ontvangstoestel ingeskakel op die telefoniese band om na die saterdagoggend gesprekke te luister. Met die luister op die na die gesprekke kom ek af op n man wat ouerig klink, met n sterk sein en n goue stem. Jy weet n stem wat klink of hy in die uitsaaiwese hoort. Hy was besig om te vertel, wie ookal wou luister van n ding met n duisend alabasters. Ek was skielik geinteresseerd en besluit om te luister na wat hy te se het.

Wel tom, dit klink sekerlik dat jy baie besig is met jou werk. Ek is seker dat hulle jou goed betaal, maar dit is hartseer dat jy soveel weg is van die huis en jou gesin. Dit is moeilik om te glo dat n jong man sestig tot sewentig uur n week moet werk om deur te kom. Dit is hartseer dat jy jou dogter se dansopvoering gemis het. Maar laat ek jou iets vertel wat my gehelp het om my prioriteite reg te hou.

Dit is toe wat die man sy teorie van n duisend alabasters verduidelik. Jy sien , ek het eendag gesit en n bietjie somme gemaak. Die gemiddelde person leef 75 jaar. Ek weet, sommige leef meer en sommige minder, maar gemiddeld, leef mense ongeveer 75 jaar.

Wat ek toe doen is om 75 te vermenigvuldig met 52 en ek het die getal 3900 gekry dit is die aantal saterdae wat die gemiddelde mens in sy hele leeftyd het. Hou nou net n bietjie uit Tom, ek kom nou by die belangrike deel. Ek het eers op die ouderdom van 55 jaar begin dink aan hierdie detail, en by daardie tyd het ek reeds deur meer as 2800 saterdae geleef. Ek het ongeveer n duisend saterdae oor om te geniet. So het ek na die speelgoedwinkels gegaan en al die alabasters in die winkel gekoop. Uiteindelik moes ek by nog twee speelgoedwinkels ingaan om by n 1000 albasters uit te kom. Ek het die alabasters huis toe geneem en hulle in n groot, helder deursigtige plastiese fles geplaas geplaas hier in my stoor kamer langs al my goed.

Van daardie dag af het ek elke saterdagoggend een alabaster uitgehaal en weggegooi. Ek het agtergekom soos ek die alabasters sien minder raak, ek al meer gefokus het op die regtige belangrike dinge in die lewe.

Daar is niks soos om te sien hoe jou tyd op die aarde besig is om uit te hardloop , om jou te help om jou prioriteite reg te kry nie.

Wel , laat ek jou vertel voordat ek van die lug afgaan om my lieflike vrou vir ete uit te neem. Vanoggend het ek die laaste alabaster uit die fles gehaal. Ek reken indien ek dit volgende saterdag maak, is ek n klein bietjie ekstra tyd gegun. En die een ding wat ons almal kan gebruik is n klein bietjie ekstra tyd.

Dit was lekker om te kon gesels, Tom, ek hoop jy spandeer meer tyd met jou gesin, en ek hoop ons ontmoet weer hier op die lug. Dit is n 75-jarige ou man, K9NZQ wat groet, oor en uit.
Jy kon n speld op die lug hoor val toe die man van die lug afgaan. Ek reken hy het vir ons almal iets gegee om oor na te dink. Ekself het beplan om die oggend te werk aan die antenna van my radio, en daarna was ek van plan om met n paar van die ander radioamateurs saam te werk aan ons klub se nuusbrief.

Ek het egter instead daarvan om dit te doen die trappe opgeklim na ons slaapkamer en my vrou met n soen wakker gemaak. Komaan my vroutjie, ek neem vir jou en die kinders vir ontbyt. Sy het regop gesit met n glimlag: wat het gemaak om dit meet e bring? Ek na haar gekyk en gedink hoe gelukkig ek is. Ag wat, niks besonders nie, dit is slegs n lang tyd gelede dat ons n saterdagoggend saam met mekaar en met die kinders spandeer het. En terwyl ons nou uitgaan kan ons stop by die speelgoedwinkel? Ek het nodig om albasters te koop

JOKE

SPIRIT IN BLACK

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream
Experience a life
Just like your mind thought not to be
Take a look through time
As past or present words to be
I rule this inferno
Enthroned for eternity

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Spirits damned to rot
Amidst the brimstone fireballs
Eyes of the dead
Watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
Show your flesh eaten away
Beyond the gates I 'll take you
Where the blood forever rains

Coils of the serpent unwind
Buried beneath you will find
Deep in the halls of the damned
Spirit in black till the end

Afterlife confessions
Tell me who you used to be
Looking on in wonder
As I show you it was me
Burning from within
You know one spark is all it takes
Hear the piercing cries of all
Who found that hell awaits

Living nightmare can't you see
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen closely to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
With immortality

Welcome to my world
Involve yourself within my dream

ARTIST: SLAYER.

REVENGE.

Stasen looked at the people around him. The club was packed tonight, loud music was booming in every corner of the place, masses of people rubbing shoulders, sweating body’s, booze was in every hand and every second person’s eyes betrayed the drugs they had taken for the night. Young men and woman dressed in the latest fashion, some attired in cloth that left little for the imagination. He noticed 2 young girls barely 18 swinging their hips seductively in front of him every now and then 1 of them would look at him and smile. The other 1 dragged on a smoke and then passed it to her friend. Stasen shook his head and walked to the dance floor. A mass of body’s swayed shook and jerked to the music almost like a mass of voodoo priests performing a ceremony. He won’t be here Stasen thought to himself, he turned and headed back to the bar at the top of the dance floor, and he ordered a can of cola and then went and stood in the corner of the room scanning the faces of the patrons.

At about 11:00 Stasen was losing hope, he won’t be coming tonight he thought. He was hoping he would because this is 1 of the biggest music festivals in the country, and it is exactly the type of place Alex would visit. Then Stasen saw him, he was slowly working his way to the bar, Stasen felt his stomach jump with excitement. Alex was a beautiful handsome man, with a smile that could melt any woman’s heart. At the bar Alex ordered a drink and smiled at a young woman standing next to him, and just as Stasen expected within 15min the girl was ready to have Alex’s children. This bothered Stasen he wanted Alex alone, all for himself he has dreamed of this night for the last 3 years. Stasen realized he must be careful the young woman could ruin his plans for Alex tonight. For 3 years he was every weekend at every club and bar in the hope of finding Alex and tonight was exactly as he had hoped, yes he had to find a way of getting Alex away from here and alone. He was going to take his time in squeezing every last drop of life out of his body, then, Stasen felt excited again, then he will take to him with his knife and slice him into bits and pieces.

Stasen noted that both Alex and the Girl were getting drunk fast, but Stasen also saw that Alex acted more drunk than what he really was. After about 2 hours Stasen saw Alex helping the drunk girl up, Alex had his arm around her and he guided her towards the a side door that went outside the club. Stasen got up and followed them when he got outside he saw he was at a side parking lot of the club he saw Alex and the girl swinging their way between the cars slowly Stasen started after them, being careful not to be seen. The lot was filled with cars and no people in sight, right at the bottom end of the lot Stasen stopped behind a car and peered at his victim through the cars window. It was clear that the girl had passed out. Stasen realized all he could do was to kill Alex and leave. He felt disappointed cause he really wanted to spend time cutting up Alex’s pretty face. But he would have to make do with a quick kill and then fade into the night. He saw Alex pick the girl up and roughly dumping her on the back seat. As Alex started to walk towards the driver’s door Stasen walked from behind the car, his razor sharp Spiderco knife hidden behind his back. “Alex!” Stasen called. Alex swung around fear etched on his face. “Who are you, what do you want?”

Stasen smiled at Alex. “Alex do you remember about 3 years ago at a college party in Hill town you did the same thing you did tonight, and I suspect have been doing ever since? “ “ What are you talking about, who are you? “ Alex replied. Stasen grinned again, “ I am talking about the young woman on your back seat, the one you drugged tonight, the one you are going to rape and then leave next to the side of the road, just like you did that night at the college party with my daughter Abigail.” “ Hey look mister, I don’t know what you are talking about” Alex said his voice now filled with raw fear.
“Oh I think you do Alex, you see they could never catch you, you wear a condom when you rape don’t you but, I sat with Abigail outside the college a few weeks after you had raped her, and she pointed you out to me, that was the day I swore I would find you and kill you.”
“Hey hey man hold on i….?”
Stasen jumped forward the knife flashing in the air. Alex fell to his knees clutching the side of his neck, the knife had caught his jugular and blood was pumping out between his fingers. He made a gargle sound and this time Stasen stabbed him in the chest, a death stroke right into his victims heart.

As Stasen pulled the knife out he wiped it on Alex’s shirt and whispered,” nobody rapes my daughter and gets away with it.” He turned around and slowly left the parking lot. At a public phone booth he made and anonymous call to the police. He didn’t want the young girl to be left alone on that dead pig’s backseat.

CLOUDBUSTING

I still dream of Orgonon.
I wake up crying.
You're making rain,
And you're just in reach,
When you and sleep escape me.

You're like my yo-yo
That glowed in the dark.
What made it special
Made it dangerous,
So I bury it
And forget.

But every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

On top of the world,
Looking over the edge,
You could see them coming.
You looked too small
In their big, black car,
To be a threat to the men in power.

I hid my yo-yo
In the garden.
I can't hide you
From the government.
Oh, god, daddy--
I wont forget,

cause every time it rains,
You're here in my head,
Like the sun coming out--
Ooh, I just know that something good is going to happen.
And I don't know when,
But just saying it could even make it happen.

The suns coming out.
Your sons coming out.

ARTIST: KATE BUSH.

THAT BLOODY SOFTWARE.

INSOMNIA.

twinkle twinkle
little pain
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
twinkle twinkle
tearing ache
please let me sleep
to never wake….

…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..

twinkle twinkle
empathic strain
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
twinkle twinkle
falling tear..
how i wonder why i'm here..

AUTHER: UNKNOWN.

NOXIOUS (THE DEMON'S GAME)

A Sign Is All She Wants
The Brand New Game Is Up To Come
A Sign Is All She Wants
Give Me The Power
A Laugh Is All I Need
To Use The Finger That Makes Her Bleed
The Laugh Of Adoration
Give Me The Power
Her Fear Is All I Care
To Start The Disgust We Must Share
A State Of No Salvation
Give Me The Power
Her Lips Is All I Feel
To Make Her Body Shake An Thrill
I Love The Darkest Passion
Give Me The Power
When The Vices Go To Hellway,I Bring Up My Wine And Go There Again, Go There Again
An The Flames Around My Neck Burn My Soul In The Demons Game, The Demons Game
The Strangest Disease Comes To My Head, Get Out And Get Out Of Here
Noxious Pleasures Run In My Hands, Give Me The Power


The Game Has Now Begun
A Dirty Damage In Our Fall
A Road With No Direction
Give Me The Power
The Fright Is All I Read
Written On Her Dying Skin
The Joy Of Malediction
Give Me The Power
The Worst Is All We Search
To Build The Hate, The New Empire
A House Of Desperation
Give Me The Power
The Madness In Arms
Will Never Tear Our Hearts Apart
Our Love The Devils Passion
Give Me The Power
When The Vices Go To Hellway,I Bring Up My Wine And Go There Again, Go There Again
An The Flames Around My Neck Burn My Soul In The Demons Game, The Demons Game
The Strangest Disease Comes To My Head, Get Out And Get Out Of Here
NO xious Pleasures Run In My Hands, I Break The Empire

ARTISTS: Corpus Delicti

UNDER THE GUN.

you don't have to say you're sorry
to look on further down the line
into the sun
too close at heaven
love is fine
but you can't hold it like a ...

two worlds apart and two together
into that good night kiss away
one takes the hard
one the other
kiss a way

are you living for love?
are you living for love?
when the road gets too tough
is your love strong enough?

(are you living?)
(are you living for love?)

do you feel your head is full of thunder?
questions never end?
empty nights alone? no wonder
it all comes back again

are you living for love?
are you living for love?
I've been under the gun
I've lost and I've ...

(one, two, three, four ...)
forget the many steps to heaven
it never happened and it ain't so hard
happiness is a loaded weapon and a
short cut is better by far
explosive bolts, ten thousand volts
at a million miles an hour
abrasive wheels and molten metals
it's a semi-automatic, get in the car
corrosive heart and frozen heat
we're worlds apart where we could meet
where the street fold round and the motors start
and the idiot wields the power
where the chosen hold the highest card
on the field of honour where the ground is hard
so the highest hand is joking wild
and the house soon fold and no-one stand
I put my finger on and dialled
the tower, the moon, the gun, and
nine nine nine, singer down
cloudburst and all around
the first are last, the blessed get wired
the best is yet to come
I put my finger on and fired
heat-seeking, out of the sun
you can set the controls for the heart or the knees
and the meek'll inherit what they damn well please
get ahead, go figure, go ahead and pull the trigger
everything under the gun

ARTISTS: THE SISTERS OF MERCY.

WHEN DEATH COMES.

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world



By: Mary Oliver.

THE GYPSY AND THE SCARECROW III