Aboriginal Anemia

Cinema Strange, 2000

The Cannes Film Festival

You sit, watching your brother die

'Cause he chewed on sickly rabbit.

Poor boy Parzifal

likes to hunt his sister.

And so infection sets in

like a gang of wolves,

Licking at the heels of the Anemic

Aboriginal Hunting Grounds,

Where you sprain your thumb

Throwing rocks at cadavers...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

(Chorus)

Animal people...

Scale the walls, so easily:

Your bitter family!

Holding court, without your brother,

Rectify your viral sanction.

Anxious ears solicit thee,

My snarling spies sit down for tea!

And ignore the bubbling sores

That swell and split, along your backbone...

Call your general, fortify his skin

So my disease can't penetrate

Your china shack of ignorance,

And purple turbans!

Split the bread, between your chins,

Annihilate bacteria!

Eating, breeding serfs, and peasants,

Bloody plague-boys, stealing crumbs!

Bashing in my weakened knees...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

(Chorus)

Animal people...

Scale the walls, so easily:

Your bitter family!

Holding court, without your brother,

Rectify your viral sanction.

Anxious ears solicit thee,

My snarling spies sit down for tea!

And ignore the bubbling sores

That swell and split, along your backbone...

Stripling arrows ricochet,

Off teeth and crystal

Nighttime goblets.

Dinner party, dinner guests,

Eat their dinners, facing West!

You fling your curses forth...

And they are swallowed,

By the Masque...

By the trees...

By the hollow oddities!

Bashing in my weakened knees...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

Bashing in my weakened knees...

(Chorus)

Animal people...

Scale the walls, so easily:

Your bitter family!

Holding court, without your brother,

Rectify your viral sanction.

Anxious ears solicit thee,

My snarling spies sit down for tea!

And ignore the bubbling sores

That swell and split, along your backbone...

Morlock: still from The Time Machine, a 1960 American time travel science fiction film, based on the novel by H. G. Wells, published in 1895

I don't like to leave much to chance

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (2015)

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"The void must be so jealous of your capacity to meet chaos and crystallise it into commanding simplicity and truth." — Frida Kahlo, from a letter to Diego Rivera.

“I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am,simply I am...You are a shit.” - Frida Kahlo (words written in a letter for Diego).

Isobel Marion

“BELLADONNA, n. In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.” - Ambrose Bierce (The Devil’s Dictionary).  

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في البحر عجب وفي النساء عجبان: "the sea is full of mysteries, and women have twice as much.” (Arabic Proverb).

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Between the Bars

Elliott Smith, 1969 to 2003

"Like a lot of great dark artists, he made suffering beautiful, he redeemed it."

Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make

Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Written by Steven P. Smith

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Sadness is in your eye

Who could have made you cry?

My lullaby

Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Salty tear down your cheek

Drowning the words you speak.

My lullaby can dry your every care

Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Sweet dream, my baby lie

Here in my arms tonight

Don't cry I'll hold you tight,

And soothe all your worry away.

My lullaby can fly you out of there

Roll along the sleepy dream, deep

Roll along the sleepy dream -

Sweet dream, my baby lie

Here in my arms tonight

Don't cry I'll hold you tight,

And soothe all your worries away.

Sadness is in your eye

Who could have made you cry?

Sadness is in your eye

Sadness 

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"Thank you…for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence." — Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come.