Mister Malcontent

Johnny stumbles johnny falls

Under slogans

Off the wall

He sees where's the sense

He says call me mister malcontent

A waste of space and alcohol

Drinking rain and eating soil

And slogans off the wall

Cannot express himself at all

Cut off my nose despite my face

And i will not more longer wait

Or should i laugh or should i cry

Or should i part my hair behind...

...or should i laugh or should i cry

As i become all i despise

Gölem - ore 09.14 circa

nothingness

Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide

Isolation, separation, no where to hide

Maybe there's somewhere I can go

Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Although there are many, I look for no one, no one but me

I search for things that are taking me high and far out of reach

But this is the place I call my home

I live with the lies and the fear all alone

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothingness

Lonliness

Empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

But Anyway

I lied and told her I loved her,

She didn't care, but anyway

I told her we'd still be friends,

And she didn't care, but anyway

I tried last week for to call her,

She wasn't home, but anyway

I think I'll spend my life alone,

I really don't care right now, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

I'm quitting cigarette smoking

It's bad for me, but anyway

I don't think the TV was joking

When it told me this, but anyway

The newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats

It's my life he's trying to save, but anyway

I found out that I've got eye cancer

Too many television waves, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

Some day an answer will find us

Quite a long shot, but anyway

I think the past, the past is behind us

Be real confusing if not, but anyway

I put all my hope in tomorrow

It's gonna be great, I can tell but anyway

I see a new, a new day a dawning

I like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

Gölem - ore 13.39 circa

Gölem - ore 08.26 circa

Joseph Henry "Joe" Simon (born Hymie Simon; October 11, 1913 – December 14, 2011)

Gölem - ore 13.54 circa

amongst the waves

Ciò che era un castello di carte

si è trasformato in un serbatoio

che ha raccolto la cascata di lacrime che abbiamo versato...

Andiamo a nuotare stanotte, tesoro

E una volta fuori dalla corrente contraria

solo io, te e nient' altro

Starei annegando, non fosse per l' amore

ho visto entrambi i suoi lati

ma ora sono lassù...

Sto viaggiando al di sopra delle onde

Ho una sensazione, come

se la mia anima fosse stata salvata

Mi sento come

se avessi evitato una fine prematura

Devo dirlo ora,

meglio dirlo forte,

prima che sia troppo tardi

Ricorda i giorni dell'infanzia

quando eri giovane e ogni cosa ti lasciava a bocca aperta.

Tutto è cambiato all' improvviso

la prima volta che hai visto il sangue

Taglia col passato, ora sei forte

Hai perso sangue ma le ferite sono sparite

Raro che non ci sia niente di sbagliato

ma sei sopravvissuta, e sei sanissima...

L'amore non è amore finchè non ti arrendi...

Lassù, cavalcando le onde

Mi sento come

se la mia anima fosse stata salvata

Riesco a vedere la luce

bucare le nuvole coi suoi raggi

Devo dirlo adesso,

meglio dirlo forte,

prima che sia troppo tardi

Gölem - ore 09.00 circa

The New Yorker

http://www.newyorker.com/humor/issuecartoons/2011/12/12/cartoons_20111205#slide=1

hunger strike

I don't mind stealing bread

From the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless

When my cup's already overfilled

Yeah

But it's on the table

The fire is cooking

And their farming babies

While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table

And their mouths are choking

But I'm growing hungry

Yeah

I don't mind stealing bread

From the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless

When my cup's already overfilled

Oho, ah

But it's on the table

The fire is cooking

And their farming babies

While the slaves are working

And it's on the table

Their mouths are choking

But I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)...

 

Gölem - ore 08.20 circa

a day in the life

I read the news today oh boy

About a lucky man who made the grade

And though the news was rather sad

Well I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph.

He blew his mind out in a car

He didn't notice that the lights had changed

A crowd of people stood and stared

They'd seen his face before

Nobody was really sure

If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy

The English Army had just won the war

A crowd of people turned away

but I just had to look

Having read the book.

I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed,

Dragged a comb across my head

Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,

And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat

Made the bus in seconds flat

Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy

Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire

And though the holes were rather small

They had to count them all

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

I'd love to turn you on.