Thursday, January 20, 2011

BLUE VEINS | The Raconteurs

When I was surrounded by the world
You were the only one who came
And you were the only one astounded
Which kept me grounded
As the other people trashed my very name

Then I looked over
Just in time to see you smiling back at me
And saying everything's OK
As long as you're inside my blue veins
Your blue veins

Yeah and the feeling that you gave me
No matter what I do or where I go
It always will remain
And those who would enslave me to get to me
Must get past you and will have no luck
Cause you'll protect me from all pain

The most beautiful, yeah the most beautiful thing
Cause anything else can't compare
Must be the blood that's running through your blue veins
Your blue veins

Your blue veins

And I know you won't deceive me
Like the rest and there's nothing you need to explain
You always were the first one to believe me
When I said to you
I think it's gonna rain
But I could be wrong

Yeah but all of these things
All these things
They're all truly nice but ain't nothing
Ain't nothing compared to the love
That's running through your little blue veins

Your blue veins

[Blue Veins | The Raconteurs]

Sunday, January 16, 2011

What's Next?

„So what do we do to remain sane and to survive? Filter the overwhelming amount of imagery in such a way that it might be useful, first having decided that usefulness is a priority, as opposed to distraction. If we are, in a sense, in a boat with holes trying to stay afloat (there is no shore), we can either diagnose the problems to try and fix them, or pretend that the holes, and the boat itself, do not exist - or prematurely resign ourselves to our inability to fix anything. In a consumerist society this would be viewed as normal behaviour (just buy another one); last century we would have called it nihilism....“

Fred Ritchin in „What‘s Next?“ | FOAM Magazine

Friday, January 14, 2011