nervous and twitching
he said
he'll pull you out
he'll pull you out
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 28, 2007
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 26, 2007
Labels: echo
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 24, 2007
Labels: one-liner
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 22, 2007
Labels: artform
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 22, 2007
the day i met you
decay will let you
learn to bend
we are better butterflies
all meek we get the end
it makes me sick
it makes me laugh when i shouldn't
kill what i came to keep alive
your turn to spill
your turn to spill
your turn to spill now
that's fate looking our way
your sparkling spot hasn't caught on
that's fate stealing away
your sparkling spot hasn't caught on
hasn't caught on
the day we met up
it's hard to get up
and live it down
we are smaller maybe
than what we can't get around
it makes me sick
it makes me laugh when i look at you
clap while it's kicking us around
and what it spills
and what it spills
and what it spills is
fate looking our way
your sparkling spot hasn't caught on
that's fate stealing away
your sparkling spot hasn't caught on
hasn't caught on
hasn't caught on
hasn't caught on
Labels: music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 20, 2007
Il y a un bas usage de toutes choses comme de tous sentiments. Il y a cet usage qui transforme tout en sang épais, en sommeil noir: de quoi, peut-être, aller d'une heure à l'heure suivante. Vous prenez soin de n'appeler personne. Puisque personne ne pourrait rien. Puisque rien ne vous arrive. Il y a des saisons plus favorables que d'autres à cette fin des temps. Disons l'été, quand le ciel pèse de toute sa lumière sur votre pensée. Disons aussi l'automne. Disons toutes les saisons, puisque chacune peut vous mener ainsi dans son enfer. Depuis l'enfance vous avez beaucoup appris sur ce dommage éternel de chaque jour. Vous y avez trouvé votre formule du bonheur informulable. Elle tient en un mot, et ce mot se tient sur un souffle, au bord des lèvres: rien. Un rien vous enchante. Si un rien vous enchante, c'est aussi parce qu'un rien peut vous anéantir. La même lumière peut, selon les heures et la direction du songe, vous exalter ou vous ruiner.
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 15, 2007
Labels: artwork, cult, kids in the hall, notice the sign, opinion, theory, there is no ship like championship, titles
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 14, 2007
Labels: graphic journal, photography
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 14, 2007
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 11, 2007
Disappointment, sadness, languish, the streaming tracks were gone. Matt’s in a good mood and let me know he wanted to stream one more which coincidentally, is one of my favorites from Hospital Music.
So, ‘Born Losers’ is now available in the Community area. Again, you’ll find it listed beneath the Audio Player link.
Now, you’ve all been forewarned: This track will self-destruct after an unknown duration of time. And this time we mean it. Really. We swear, the last one.
The Community area of MatthewGood.org is available freely to Registered Users. If you have not yet signed up for an account, go here to do so.
Labels: born losers, matthew good, music
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 10, 2007
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Labels: cri de coeur, manny coon, monologue, Scott Thompson, video
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 09, 2007
Labels: artform, folk, jargon, there is no ship like championship
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 09, 2007
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 07, 2007
Labels: myspace
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 07, 2007
Labels: artform
posted by Primessa Espiritu
April 07, 2007