Wednesday, April 8, 2026
Tuesday, April 7, 2026
NZ L'Amour Looks Something Like You. Moving
You came out of the night
wearing a mask
in white colour
My eyes were shining
On the wine
and your aura
All in order
we move
into the boudoir
But too soon
the morning has
resumed
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon
you look like an angel
sleeping it off
at the station
Were you only passing
through?
I'm dying for you just
to touch me
and feel all the energy
rushing right up
at me
L'amour
looks something
like
you
The thought of you
sends me shivery
I'm dressed in lace, sailing down a black reverie
My heart
is thrown
to the pebbles
and the boatmen
All the time
I find
I'm living
in that evening
with that feeling
of sticky love
inside
I'm hanging on the Old Goose Moon
You look like an angel
sleeping it off
at the station
Were you only passing
through?
I'm dying for you just
to touch me
and feel all the energy
rushing right up
at me
L'amour
looks something
like
you
L'amour
looks something
like
you
L'amour
looks something
like
you
Moving stranger
does it really matter?
As long as you're not afraid
to feel
Touch me, hold me
How my open arms
ache
Try to fall for me
How I'm moved
how you move me
with your beauty's
potency
You give me life
Please don't let me go
You crush the lily in my soul
soul
soul
Moving liquid
So I’m just as water
flow around all that comes
in your way
Don't think it over
always takes you over
sets your spirit dancing
How I'm moved
how you move me
with your beauty's
potency
You give me life (You give me life)
Please don't let me go (You give me life, so please don't let me go)
You give me life (You give me life)
Please don't let me go (You give me life, so please don't let me go)
Oh, you give me life (Ah, you give me life)
Please don't let me go (You give me life, so please don't let me go)
You crush the lily in my soul (La-la-la-la-la, lily)
Soul (La-la-la-la-la, lily)
Soul (La-la-la-la-la, lily)
Monday, April 6, 2026
Sunday, April 5, 2026
Kurt’s pain was real, it was from knowing poverty class pain, oppression pain, it was personal pain. His threat to the power was a white pain articulated. My favourite story is that he was killed by a banal bad drug deal, a new drug dealer, some argument over price and when to pay, and maybe Cobain got shitty with a psycho, one he wasn't familiar with and the psycho flipped out. Kurt having just returned to heroin, and who didn't know him. know he was famous, to the drug dealer he was just another rich white prick.. He was hospitalised for a heroin overdose in March 1994, in April 1994, he's dead. Most overdoses are accidental, due to the unpredictability of heroin's purity. Kurt can't use the amount of heroin said that he used (ten times the amount even a heavy user would use) and then shoot himself and he can't shoot himself and then use the heroin. Someone else fired the gun and a lot of people hate Courtney. She's a successful war battered radical feminist and an even greater rock star, she loved Kurt beyond words. I feel and know that. Seen it. Her rage is intelligent, not stupid and not violent. He once wrote that he felt doomed to play doomer rock for the rest of time and that the whole biz made him sick. That note was then used as his suicide sign off. So, just before Kurt has a wake up call from the scent of Capitalism, something jumps up and bites him. Same thing that bit, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jim Morrison, Lennon. Jimmy Hendrix, ritually killed. Long list, mixed in with normal tragedies. All of these assassinated artists, were too big for their stall.
Saturday, April 4, 2026
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