The Silent Drummer
Low tide five miles dry
deeper than despair
smooth as breasts wept upon
by a generation of fools — cool fools
squeezing every drop out of reality
exquisite precious oblivion
Young men sing it with a rage
they fear their lives won’t last too long
now’s the time to move along…
Sometime I too suffer this disease
future shock, hit me with a rock
but I know there is no future
for I am the Silent Drummer
this endless time of instant memory
which plays softly within me
sometimes in simple sorrow
the murmur of the creek
…
great idea, let's get to work on it. By the way, Champagne is a region in France where Champagne is made so it has some legitimacy:-)
I believe they will not because they have already become corrupt and lost their courage and their soul. representative Democracy is no Democracy at all...
we are now fully grown up, we do not need mothers and fathers deciding our collective fate, we now take full responsibility for our future. This means we take back our power from politicians, no more representatives, we act in person. Thank you Senator Sinema for showing us the trutj of who you arfe and what you stand for; we are deeply grateful, the maks are off... You have also shown how reckless and deeply stupid you are by taunting the people who will not forget who's side you are on...
that's a pretty weird statement; this gives fuel to regressive faith faking fascists who brandish cancel culture...
My friend Nadine Rennert and I have been working on a Manga Opera, the Saga of Blue Wolf, for several years. The project started when I was still hanging out in Berlin. Since I have returned home to France, each year we meet in a different place for a self appointed artist residence. It is my job to find unusual locations. The nicest one was in the Pyrénées : a big garden, a yurt, a bamboo house, a trailor, all solar powered & down to earth. For this location I was even awarded a metal of honour.
the Earth Blues
can you hear me crying….
I went to the mountain
I walked down to the river
I went to the mountain
I listened to voice of the water
and the river was crying
and the river was sighing
and the river was crying
the river was singing this song
it says lay your body down
let me roll over your bones
lay your body down
let me rock your soul
I went to the mountain
I wandered thru the trees
I went to the mountain
listened to the voice of the wind in the leaves
and the trees were…
