"smalltown" (lou reed / john cale)

(fotografias de yuri firmeza)



"When you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
you say, no one famous ever came from here

When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
yourself or the place that you live

Where did Picasso come from
there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
if art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below

When you're growing up in a small town
bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
people look at you funny
when you're in a small town

My father worked in construction
it's not something for which I'm suited
oh, what is something for which you are suited
getting out of here

I hate being odd in a small town
if they stare let them stare in New York City
as this pink eyed painting albino
how far can my fantasy go

I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
no adorable lisping Capote
my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
I'd camp out at his front door

There is only one good thing about small town
there is only one good use for a small town
there is only one good thing about small town
you know that you want to get out
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When you're growing up in a small town
you know you'll grow down in a small town
there is only one good use for a small town

You hate it and you'll know you have to leave" (1)

lou reed & john cale



(1) retirado do cd de lou reed & john cale, songs for drella (1990).

o tempo para neale donald walsch

(fotografias de albano afonso, "lago I - polyptych", s/d)


"O «tempo» não é uma série contínua. É um elemento da relatividade que existe verticalmente, não horizontalmente.

Não penses nele como uma coisa «da esquerda para a direita» - uma chamada linha de tempo que decorre do nascimento até à morte para cada indivíduo, e de um ponto finito para outro ponto finito do Universo.

O «tempo» é uma coisa de «altos e baixos»! Pensa nele como um fuso, que representa o Momento Eterno de Agora.

Agora imagina folhas de papel sobre o fuso, umas sobre as outras. Estes são os elementos do tempo. Cada elemento separado e distinto, contudo existindo cada um simultaneamente com o outro. Todo o papel no fuso ao mesmo tempo! Tanto quanto alguma vez haverá - tanto quanto alguma vez houve..." (1)

neale donald walsch



(1)WALSCH, Neale Donald - Conversas com Deus: livro 2. 5ª ed. Cascais: Sinais de Fogo, 2002. ISBN 972-8541-10-4. p. 55.

"stinging nettle, honeysuckle" (blessed feathers)

(fotografia de beth moysés, "despiértate", 2007)


"There's poison words just gurgling
At the base of your throat
You swallow them back down

You and yours they bring me down
With nails their grudging hammer falls
Not meant for wedding gowns

And though we wont be there's memories I'll still keep

You're holding hands with some new girl
You braid her hair into curls
Because I set you free

I hope you plan to speak to her
In the sweetest honeysuckle words
Stinging nettle though I'll be

I'm sorry dear with all my heart
With tears I broke your fragile heart
I opened up your cage

I hope you're well and doing fine
And found a love as pure as mine
We're on a brand new page" (1)

blessed feathers



(1) retirado do cd dos blessed feathers, from the mouths of the middle class (2011)

"for the rabbits" (caitlin rose)

(fotografia de pedro meyer, "felicidad de venta aquí - houston, texas", 2006)


"Why is your love like fire, she said
Why is your love my hell
Always prepared for your departure
Buried under another argument

Why is your love like rubber, he said
A gum stuck under my shoe
Leaving it there to avoid the risk of
Making a mess out of you

So fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone

Why am I your child
Just as much as you are mine
Keeping me in your control
And keeping me in line

Why is your love so unfulfilling
And why can't my heart stand the test
You're playing this game of kiss or kill me
Why won't you give it a rest

And fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone

Looking back at myself
It's wrong how much I change for you
I sit back and watch my channels
Change just how you want them to

I'm staring at this window
I'm avoiding your emotion
I am hiding behind tappings
Of my fingers and the ocean

So fall back into my absent arms
Fall back into routine disaster
Habit's the only place that you call home

Fall back into my desperate arms
Fall back into this old disaster
Cause it's better than spending all your nights alone" (1)

caitlin rose


(1) retirado do disco de caitlin rose, own side now (2010)

"soul kitchen" (the doors)

(fotografia de alain loison, "jane birkin et serge gainsbourg à la prémiere du film slogan", 1969)


"Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves
Well, your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander baby
Stumblin' in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here
All night, all night, all night" (1)

the doors


(1) retirado do cd dos doors, the doors (1967)

"silver dagger" (traditional)

(fotografia de tom millea, "sandra" (s/d)


"Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life." (1)

joan baez



(1) retirado do cd joan baez: volume 1 (1960)

poema 31 de "hierofania dos dedos"

(pintura de paul césar helleu, "ellen et sa tante", 1887)


o poema: a apoteose do encontro
o assumir das palavras brancas
na teurgia que procede ao corpo.

tudo existe
tudo é
na sílaba dos dedos.

jorge vicente