The Purple Rose of Cairo (1985)

«Se a fotografia é o registo do que aconteceu (e, nesse sentido, é morte), o vídeo é o registo do que está acontecendo (e, nesse sentido, é o acto de morrer).


Helena Almeida. intus. Civilização Editora, Lisboa, 2006., p. 15

Boy, look at you looking at me
I know you know how I feel
Loving you is hard, being here is harder
You take the wheel
I don't wanna do this anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real

All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high
All I wanna do is get by by the beach
Get by baby, baby, bye bye
The truth is I never bought into your bullshit
When you would pay tribute to me
Cause I know that
All I wanted to do was get high by the beach
Get high baby, baby, bye bye

Boy, look at you looking at me
I know you don't understand
You could be a bad motherfucker
But that don't make you a man
Now you're just another one of my problems
Because you got out of hand
We won't survive, we're sinking into the sand

All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high
All I wanna do is get by by the beach
Get by baby, baby, bye bye
The truth is I never bought into your bullshit
When you would pay tribute to me
Cause I know that
All I wanted to do was get high by the beach
Get high baby, baby, bye bye

Lights, camera, acción
I'll do it on my own
Don't need your money, money
To get me what I want
Lights, camera, acción
I'll do it on my own
Don't need your money, money
To get me what I want

All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high
All I wanna do is get by by the beach
Get by baby, baby, bye bye
The truth is I never bought into your bullshit
When you would pay tribute to me
Cause I know that
All I wanted to do was get high by the beach
Get high baby, baby, bye bye

High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh
High-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh-igh

Anyone can start again
Not through love but through revenge
Through the fire, we're born again
Peace by vengeance
Brings the end

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

Then I Heard A Bachelor's Cry

Then I Heard A Bachelor's Cry

Lately I've been searching, searching for answers
I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians
With a cold feet, black coat full of arms outstretched and a leading voice
And I can't help but shout at the top of my lungs
Who is next in line to get hurt
Who is next in line to get speared

Bad mouth, bad habits
Now leads icicles growing out me hair
Our past I'd guaranteed you if you'd stay with me your tomorrow will be endlessly free

Don't know what it was that had made you to come by
Though I know God created me beautifully but don't you know beauty will forever kill

Who is next in line to get hurt?

Who is next in line to get speared?

I am sorry
I can see our future
It isn't so bright
There isn't any light

Who is next in line to get hurt
Who is next in line to get my spear

And so I wait
I wait for my next prey
I wait
Here

Barnett’s debut album, Sometimes I Sit and Think, and Sometimes I Just Sit,

Dead Fox




Jen insists that we buy organic vegetables

And I must admit that I was a little sceptical

At first a little pesticide can't hurt

Never having too much money I get the cheap stuff

At the supermarket but they're all pumped up with shit

A friend told me that they stick nicotine in the apples




If you can't see me I can't see you




Heading down the highway hume

Somewhere at the end of june

Taxidermied kangaroos are littered on the shoulders

A possum jackson pollock is painted on the tar

Sometimes I think a single sneeze could be the end of us

My hay-fever is turning up

Just swerved into a passing truck

Big business over-taking, without indicating

He passes on the right, been driving through the night

To bring us the best price




If you can't see me I can't see you




More people die on the road than they do in the ocean

Maybe we should mull over culling cars

Instead of sharks or just lock them up in parks

Where we can go and view them

There's a bypass over holbrook now

Paid for with burgers no doubt

I've lost count of all the cows

There'll be no salad sandwiches

The law of averages says that we'll stop in the next town

Where the petrol price is down