NIGHTMARES...#5

They Live (1988)... um grande filme de John Carpenter.

American Gothic part II

Outra foto...
Outro rei.
Um cenário mais caseiro, familiar...
A música agora é outra; Ring Of Fire.

Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

by Johnny Cash

American Gothic

Por falar em reis...
Escuto Johnny Cash, When The Man Comes Around, e lembro uma foto que gosto muito.

Opening Introduction (Spoken part)

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

Song

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

by Johnny Cash

The Fans

from Los Angeles Times...

Nick Ut / Associated Press

Jay L. Clendenin / Los Angeles Times

Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times

Reed Saxon / Associated Press

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Andrew Gombert / EPA

Mary Altaffer / Associated Press

Carlos Osorio / Associated Press

Tasos Katopodis / Getty Images

Michael Jackson R.I.P.

Acabei de ouvir na Sky News que Michael Jackson morreu.
Hoje é uma thriller night...

Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed

cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight


You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if youll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time


(...)

Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
Theres no escapin the jaws of the alien this time
(theyre open wide)
This is the end of your life


Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the screen,
Ill make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

(rap performed by vincent price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

written & composed by Rod Temperton

4 years late...

CASUAL ART
Miss Rabbit the Teacher

You're not my dream girl,

You're not my reality girl,

You're my dreams come true girl



All the troubles in my past

thats just what they are

And all the delusions that to post and passed

Have only made my immunity strong



You're not my dream girl,

you're not my reality girl,

You're my dreams come true girl



I've been blessed, your eyes are two moons

I hope this voyage will not be ending very soon...



Dreams Come True Girl by Cass Mc Combs

Im the trouble starter, fuckin instigator.
Im the fear addicted, danger illustrated.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Im the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah. Im the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Im the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. Im the one infected, twisted animator.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter... starter... starter...
Starter...

Firestarter by The Prodigy

NIGHTMARES...#4

Oiço Morphine (Like Swimming),... uma malha habitual nos meus sets:

Early to Bed

Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life

One drink call it a early night
Soon you're curled up beneath the reading light
Or you bathe in the TV's blue tint
On your pillow an after-dinner mint

Early to bed so you can wait
For three buses a trolley and a train
I think it's worth it for you to stay awake
Maybe tomorrow you'll be a little late

But early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life

You'll miss out on the night life

Aproveito para ver no dicionário; PANDEMIA. s. f. Med. Doença que ataca ao mesmo tempo um grande número de pessoas, na mesma região ou em grande número de países. || 2. Grande epidemia.

O hype da nova estação?

Gajas boas ( hot chicks )... #2

Demi Moore

Venus in furs

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies

Chase the costumes she shall wear

Ermine furs adorn the imperious

Severin, Severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather

Shiny leather in the dark

Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly

Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

lyrics by Lou Reed

PORTUGAL POP

Tornarmo-nos esfinges, ainda que falsas, até chegarmos ao ponto de já não sabermos quem somos. Porque, de resto, nós o que somos é esfinges faloas e não sabemos o que somos realmente. O único modo de estarmos de acordo com a vida é estarmos em desacordo com nós próprios. O absurdo é o divino.

Fernando Pessoa in Livro do Desassossego, (composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa).

Dia de Portugal no Museu Bernardo, Caldas da Rainha 2009

As primeiras sardinhas do ano...
numa noite especial nos jardins do museu.

Lançamento do livro DOCUMENTO com os convidados:
Fernando Poeiras, Sérgio Taborda, Teresa Fradique e o
dj set Almirantes do Romance.



















fotos by dj nightmare e miss rabbit

POSTCARDS FROM... #3

ñ é NY, ñ foi em BerliM, nem seKer Londres... directamente de CACILHAS city * Margem Sul. - photos by biG friend UiU + sweetALMAH

: cold.NIGHT's.life :
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