samedi 29 janvier 2011

KHW






























dirty dozen (sir lonnie johnson, 1930)
Want all you women, to fall in line.
Shake your shimmy, like I shake mine.
You shake your shimmy, you shake it fast.
Can't shake it shimmy, shake it yes, yes, yes.
Ah, you dirty mistreater, you robber and you cheater.
Slip you in a dozen, your pappy and your cousin.
Your mama do the Lordy, Lord.
Yonder goes your mama,across the field.
Slippin' and slidin', like an automobile.
You called to your mama, and told her to wait.
She was slippin' and slidin', like a Cadillac Eight.
She's a runnin' mistreater, a robber and a cheater.
Slip you in a dozen, your pappy and your cousin.
Your mama do the Lordy, Lord.
I like your mama, like your sister too.
Didn't like your papa, but he wouldn't do.
I met him on the corner, the other day.
I soon found out, he was funny that way.
He's a funny mistreater, a robber and a cheater.
Slip you in a dozen, your pappy and your cousin.
Your mama do the Lordy, Lord.
God made an elephant, he made him stout.
He wasn't satisfied, till he made him a snout.
He made him a snout, as long as a rail.
He wasn't satisfied, till he made him a tail.
He made him a tail, just to fan the flies.
He wasn't satisfied, till he made him some eyes.
He made him sick, and he made him well.
You know by that, an elephant caught hell.
He's a burnin' mistreater, a robber and a cheater.
Slip you in a dozen, your pappy and your cousin,
Your mama do the Lordy, Lord.

Self-taught and working under the pseudonym of “Jim”, Karlheinz Weinberger began his artistic career taking pictures for a gay underground club, Der Kreis which published a magazine by the same title. In 1958, Weinberger met a member of a small band of teenagers and began photographing them both at his home studio as well as at the public parks and carnivals where they gathered. In post war Switzerland, these self-named “rebels” were comprised of working class boys and girls dissatisfied with the conservative and conformative culture of the day. Inventing their own code of behavior and dress they affected a powerful gang identity expressed by an affinity for like-minded American imports such as James Dean, Elvis, blue jeans and motorbikes. Later, in the mid-60s, the rebels dissipated both physically and in spirit, while others carried on their youthful resistance to the status quo, forming clubs of “rockers” and “bikers” that Weinberger followed with his camera on their outings into the Swiss countryside. Their retreat from the urban setting to a self-imposed isolation in nature embodied a more inward revolt, one of self-destructiveness and self-mutilation.

Is this only inspiration?
Stylist Christopher Campbell channels the work of  Weinberger for  the november 2009 issue of Black Book.
I still prefer the original....

dimanche 9 janvier 2011

TOOGOOD









































too good to be true ( Mr Frankie Valli )
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak,
But if you feel like I feel,
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I love you, baby, And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby, To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby, Don't bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
And let me love you, baby. Let me love you.

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like Heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I love you, baby, And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby, To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say:
Oh, pretty baby, Don't bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay..

jeudi 6 janvier 2011

AUTOBAN

Autoban retro oh so contemporary....




























autobahn (karftwerk)
Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites Tal
Die Sonne scheint mit Glitzerstrahl

Die Fahrbahn ist ein graues Band
Weisse Streifen, gruener Rand

Jetzt schalten wir ja das Radio an
Aus dem Lautsprecher klingt es dann:
Wir fah'rn auf der Autobahn...(lyrics by Kraftwerk)

mardi 7 décembre 2010

JINGLE BELL ROCK






















































jingle bell rock (Mr Bobby Helms)
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.

lundi 8 novembre 2010

GREY
















































grey (ani difranco)
the sky is grey, the sand is grey, and the ocean is grey.
i feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.
i smoke and i drink and every time i blink i have a tiny dream.
but as bad as i am i'm proud of the fact that i'm worse than i seem.
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i've got everything i want and still i want more.
maybe some tiny shiny thing will wash up on the shore.
you walk through my walls like a ghost on tv.
you penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out
to sea. and what can i say but i'm wired this way and you're wired to me, and
what can i do but wallow in you unintentionally? what kind of paradise am i
looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more. maybe some tiny
shiny key will wash up on the shore. regretfully, i guess i've got three
simple things to say. why me? why this now? why this way? overtone's ringing,
undertow's pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an
ocean that's grey. what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything
i want and still i want more. maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the
shore.