11.26.2011


Merry Christmas. Glacial Love...

“Kind and considerate, not to mention thoughtful and slightly bashful as a person, VanWyngarden . . . singing like a young Mick Jagger and wisely letting the dense and multi-dimensional songs take the forefront, rather than any canned shenanigans or showy, immodest energy. The music on "Congratulations" is a dominance of visions, a rodeo of spirit and essence, a dynamic display of the strange corridors of a young man's mind that's busy contemplating and commiserating with the depths of such an odd muscle and what it's capable of pulling off. "I Found A Whistle" begins with an acoustic strumming that reminds us of an old Neutral Milk Hotel progression, and it's a song that feels like a flooded time capsule or, even more, a time machine that with the bleating of the whistle discovered can transport us into those thousands and thousands of expired years, that let us fall into the arms of dusty and spooky history, along with the yellow tricksters and thieves. There's a man with a pistol, waiting in the moonlight for the word and there are others abusing that whistle and seeing things they maybe shouldn't be seeing. VanWyngarden sings on "It's Working," "You know it's not the same as love/Cause love is only in your mind/Not your heart," and these are the more reasonable, though darkened insights that we mostly get from his lines - ones that come across as the thoughts of an older, albeit burnt soul. We hear of love and disillusionment. We hear of not knowing which end is up and there's a lot of connective tissue holding the chaos together.”

11.21.2011

"Young Gun" (11.11.10)

a house and a dog on a beach
what a peach
will i learn
will you grow
can you teach
your whistle, your flow

you're a young gun and it's aimed at my heart: I listened, you told
aged under, too old
would you rather be bought
or die and get sold?

you're a young gun and your pistol
it's aimed at my heart
 like a sword
the hair on your head- i'll come on a
thread
painting that wall with my blood

that whistle, it bled.
and we're painting it red.

you found a whistle and you blew it for fun
just for the fonne
but that whistle it's mine
and it's under the gun on
the run

a dog in a house on the beach
what a peach
you're a young gun and that pistol
it's aimed straight at me

you're a young gun, will you sabotage me?

you're a young gun and it's aimed -
your pistol it's aimed like
a sword
and we're painting that wall with the blood from that fall
with which that whistle it blew
like before.

deliberate.

Happy Hanukkah Ben!

11.18.2011

champagne dreams and caviar wishes. to all. happy holidays.

The city, with its carols
The sky with its blue
The sidewalks with its markets
Wishing it with you

The buildings with a skyline
The bridges with its lights
The highs and lows
of greater plights

The forgotten art and forgotten past
someday I'll come home at last.

Belle

11.17.2011

-->>*100 eDictS*<---?

(sting....sting....sting.... ouch....)

Lonely, lonely, peaceful past, "decieptful" past,
Revistits helpful, sheets and hits,
Prisoners of War
Escapes the poor,

Supresssion, aggression,
Tears and oppression
Prosecution, Persecution,
Purses and fusion,

Nations merging,
fruits unferthing (it means to uncover or distribute),
lustful tripumphs,
put those behind us,

the promises and words,
rings that bind us,

no more harm,
keep up your charm,

doors are held,
and isles rolled,

I cannot lead without a soldiers soul.

Be my partner and neglect your past,
let us unite - quick and fast,

I have no pilot, no flights are planned,
take my arm,
I'm in your hand,

Loved the time before,
The "press".... my broken heart I'll suppress.

I promised you as we rocked..

You jumped in..
Grabbed your cock,

Another motion I'll let slide.

you can run and you can hide--

Marco Polo... Where is Will?
I've climbed the "Mountain" and conquered the "Hill"

Belle Ann-Marie
November 16, 2011