John Cooper Clarke

The best punk poet of the punk era John Cooper Clarke. I particulary like Clarkes poems as the narrative to his poems are very genuine and harsh, in my opinion would make great structure for illustration.

The psycho in his rubber gloves
Came round with the boys
He said “if music be the food of love
What's this fucking noise”
A mauler clamped around my wrist
With knuckles white as lard
He hit the hi-fi with his fist
It fell apart in shards
They were drinking all my vodka down
Like low life vicious drunks
I wanna be a man about town
But not in little chunks
I ought to be more manly
And stand up for myself
But blood runs in my family
And I wouldn't have it anywhere else
Liquid cosh a chemical pain
Here comes the ground
It's thanks to the finest medical brains
I'm even around
The video went for a burton
The guys just fell about
When I said “please don't slam the curtains
And take the front door out”
What happened next is kind-of blurred
Confusion took control
All I heard was a dirty word
My eyes began to roll
The light went out one step beyond
There's nothing left to see
My name comes up I can't respond
Not even for a fee
There was no homicide
This much was ascertained
- oh no! I never died
But what of life remained

i miss you

I'm abit late is discovering Chairlift as there 'Does you inspire you' was realeased in 2008, never the less i have discovered it finaly and it is on my media player on repeat. Her voice is incredable well worth a listern

Eugene Andolsek

Eugene Andolsek created 50years of colourful artwork, which never saw the public eye.

recently descovered, his work resembles kaleidoscopes created on graph paper with a compass and ink. I particularly like these prints as there intricate and detailed which i think makes a pattern.

recording

First very rough recording from my singing lesson a couple of weeks ago. I havn't had one in well over a year so its a little rusty

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/29273130/All%20Angels%20-%20Songbird.mp3

TOBIN JAMES MUELLER wake up, love

wake up, love
undress yourself from my skin
put on the sun and let our dreaming rest
come watch the world rise

wake up, love
and be unbalance on the edge with me
of our sagging, remembering bed
come slip on your shoes

wake up, love
and help me sort this tangle of belongings
our thoughts half in day, half still in night
come kiss me full of sustenance

wake up, love
and meet me at the opened door
before the scent of you leaves my hands and hair
come walk with me into this life