30.12.08
somebody got murdered
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin' high, searchin' low
Searchin' everywhere I know
Askin' the cops wherever I go
Have you seen dignity?
(Bob Dylan, "Dignity")
26.12.08
wheels
the long way
24.12.08
underground sunbeams
creepy as an empty parking lot
light curves
the fallen A
21.12.08
behind your back
18.12.08
spinning love
13.12.08
the Duke
7.12.08
slide away
cab driver
30.11.08
constant as a northern star III
constant as a northern star II
28.11.08
waving down a taxi
dead end
random steps
the news
calling Tiffany
17.11.08
Sunday
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
(Pink Floyd, "Fat Old Sun", 1970)
I took a walk along the shore
To clear my mind about the day,
I saw a man I'd seen before
As I approached he slipped away.
(Blackmore's Night, "Spirit of the Sea", 1997)
miles to go
16.11.08
the scarf (riding with the wind)
nerve cells
2.11.08
free bird
shelter
rat race
are you blind ?
missed the starting gun
dizzy neMo under the bridge
pretty teeth
26.10.08
silhouette on the window
You really made my day
With the little things you say
Right now I'm looking through the window at a silhouette
Trying to find something I can find yet
Imagination is my best friend
Got to watch out for the greedy hand, greedy hand
Make a living like a rolling stone
On the road there's no place like home
Silhouettes on the window
(Neil Young, "Razor Love", 2000)
the other side
light my way
"Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
(Bob Dylan, "Like a Rolling Stone", 1965)
on the 205
crossroads
the market
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