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needing+getting

288 guitars 55 pianos 1157 home made instruments and OKGO!

Paul Kalkbrenner Special at eRadio One

__f_u_t_u_r_e_c_o_n_d_!_t_i_o_n_a_l__

©Livia Lazar

[where everything looks like lightspeed]

and tastes metallic.

[game on]

**click play to listen

©Livia Lazar

. the high milky veils which most people barely notice .

[ there's ]

a world of bridges out there
that we could surely burn

**click play to listen:

©Livia Lazar

Tags: bridges

[all this love for you]

*love diagram

Tags: gum, love, original mix

100s

hundreds – let’s write the streets

the sketch of a position, of a fleet shape that can lean towards cold raster noton-like aesthetics as well as towards intimate song writing, that holds the darkness of Low somewhere deep down inside which you will remember as gleaming and euphoric. offish electronic sounds, fragile remain of breathing and far away hunches that sound like underwater music establish a gentle connection to the immediacy of the embracing and sensual voice. a strict, disciplined and artful texture is drawn only to be immediately filled by love, tears, kisses and laughter, ardour, inebriation, sobering, disenchantment, desperation, occupied by life itself. the music of hundreds grows with every encounter, with every collision and contradiction. it breathes in all the free spaces that suddenly appear. It is as unseizable as the persons behind it. still it offers to hug everyone.
(sinnbus records)

Me And My Drummer – Youre A Runner

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

—John Berryman

Tags: inner resources, john berryman

[einaudi]

[photos on Getty]

My photos have been selected by Getty Images US and are now ON SALE through their website.

Click H E R E to see a few others.

[bunny in a bunny suit]

©Livia Lazar

**just beautiful & crazy

++ 2raumwohnung ++

©Livia Lazar

+ page three +

[*truepeace]

+ être

*&

Sometimes the fish talks back to you

David Lynch’s debut album, Crazy Clown Time, comes out TOMORROW, November 8th, and it goes like this:

++purple neuro juice++

I promise 100% bliss if you decide to listen to this brilliant mix by Andrea Mendez (ottobre 2011) .

[**alicious]

listen to this, it’s magic:

Max Ernst: Thirty-three Little Girls Set out for the White Butterfly Hunt (1958)

Source: Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, MadridNº INV. 537 (1971.8)

at the junction of two signs, /one for a school of herrings and the other for a school of crystals/ thirty-three little girls set out for the white butterfly hunt,/the blind dance in the night,/princess sleep badly and the black crow is to speak.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

©Livia Lazar

sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

©Livia Lazar

Tate Liverpool, ‘Alice in Wonderland – Through the Visual Arts’ exhibition.

[*just beautiful. almost home]

LANTERNS ON THE LAKE as part of the LIVERPOOL MUSIC WEEK

[**following Alice]

*tomorrow I’ll meet Alice again H E R E!

[**L8]

[*malediction]

click Play to listen to ‘Blume’

[**s0me0ne]

14 Mike

14 Mike, originally uploaded by laurapannack1.

[mai de week-end așa]

*lesson no 7

[*yagudky]

©Livia Lazar

(¬)

[Early Morning in Camden, London]

[Mamiya 7 II]
[Fuji film]

[Early Morning in Camden Market, London]

, originally uploaded by Livia Lazar.

[*enLight]

You send the demons up in the clouds
You ban the angels down to the ground
Screaming so quiet whispering so loud
Fade the voices and all that singing sound

Keep the hands close and lock the face
Release the mind and sail away
Out of the dark into the blue
Leaving behind what is right and true

Exploring new shores all alone
Working my fingers to the bone
Appease my hunger and quench my thirst
Won’t be the last who is lost and cursed

Oh can it be like before
I’ll be willing calling you for more
And just the day when i was getting through
You enlight these sideways and these avenues

©Livia Lazar

[*the subtext is dire]

[postcard no 3]

Click Play to listen to Calling Sky by The Year Of:

Dear Mine,

All the leaves were swallowed by the ground. Some of them still long for its embrace, and lay somehow unpatiently at my feet. They can remember your footsteps.

When I looked in the mirror today, I saw myself more beautiful than before.
Then noticed two stubborn leaves in a sea of emptiness, beauty and terror.

They reminded me of us.

Sincerely Yours,

[*tremble]

[together we're invincible]

click Play to listen to my dear Paul’s ‘Des Stabes Reuse’:

[+ r i g h t + ]

Click here to listen to an amazing remix to Wrong (DM) made by Trentemoeller:

©Livia Lazar

/*this is my tutor, Steve, in Nairobi, inside Kebira’s slum radio station, looking silently at the desolation scenery of one of the largest slums in Africa, located 5 kilometres (3.1 mi) from the city centre/

++we build up castles in the sky and in the sand++

**click Play to listen to my latest obsessive obsession:

©Livia Lazar

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