Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight, you're on my mind so You never know
Broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it. Too young to hold on And too old to just break free and run
Sometimes a man gets carried away, When he feels like he should be having his fun Much too blind to see the damage he's done Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, He has no-one...
So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.
Lonely is the room the bed is made The open window lets the rain in Burning in the corner is the only one Who dreams he had you with him My body turns and yearns for a sleep That won't ever come It's never over, My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...
But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love From going wrong Oh... lover you should've come over...
Yes, and I feel too young to hold on I'm much too old to break free and run Too deaf, dumb, and blind To see the damage I've done Sweet lover, you should've come over Oh, love, well I'll wait for you Lover, you should've come over 'Cause it's not too late.
“ …the more contemporary architecture tries desperately to be novel, the more it takes on a disquieting global sameness — like the average sameness of white noise.”—http://is.gd/AO8fG4
“I learned the Mandarin 老百姓 Lao Baixing, which translated literally means “old hundred surnames,” “commoners” or just “ordinary folks.” I have thought a lot since then about the design equivalent of that, of being a Lao Baixing Designer - an ordinary person designing for and with other ordinary folks. Elitist people designing elitist products and speaking an elitist and rarified language bores me to tears.”—Paul Bennet of IDEO | http://bit.ly/rAF2DU
.some things went right today .i went to d i a (detroit institute of arts) + got disappointed by the main exhibition, but saw some amazing stuff just by strolling by
Robert Irwin, Untitled, 1968-69
Marina Abromovich, Holding Milk (The Kitchen Series), 2oo9
assume vivid astro focus, American Virgin Astonishing Fecundity, 2oo9
Allain Mailand, 1999
.one huge disappointment: their curatorial decision to copy-write derogatory texts all over the place, as if we are all children + can't be made interested in art, unless it's given to us in a colorful platter
.last friday was the halloween lounge in cranbrook .people went crazy, one of my faves: the sky (sorry, no pix… i was too wasted to even care) .so predictable, i was this character (i'm unintentionally obsessed with purple, + make up, so it's a no-brainer for moi)
.my first taste of detroit as a city: heidelberg project .no more things to say .visit their site + more for, well, more taste .nutting can beat the visit in reality, tho
