IRC-Galleria

unessa mulla oli tollaiset
aurinkolasit

halusin vaan kertoa teille että
kyllä kuulostaa simon & garfunkel ihan järjettömän hyvältä
pienen tauon jälkeen

ah, my friends from the prison, they ask unto me
"how good, how good does it feel to be free?"
and I answer them most mysteriously
"are birds free from the chains of the skyway?"

dylan on niinku yksilö vastaan muu luomakunta

t. allen ginsberg

and your pleasure know no limits
your voice is like a meadow larks
but your heart is like an ocean
mysterious and dark

she lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
"i thought you'd never say hello," she said
"you look like the silent type."
then she opened up a book of poems
and handed it to me
written by an Italian poet
from the thirteenth century
and every one of them words rang true
and glowed like burnin' coal
pourin' off of every page
like it was written in my soul from me to you

tää kaipuuni menneeseen aikaan
mua piiskaa ja kasvoille lyö

oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
about a strange young man called Dylan
with a voice like sand and glue

t. Bowie

sleep's for dreamers man etc

yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow