Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow

You gotta keep challenging yourself

gotta help yourself
gotta save yourself, save yourself 'cause there's no one who'd do it for you.

The only person who's supposed not to button up his shirts is Nicholas and since someone somewhere was too lazy to make women's shirt which actually could be buttoned up I had to add all those buttons myself, so I did.

God has given you but one heart.

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Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow (play) (a-song-meaning-debate-to-read-beforehand)

Mona and Mary, Michael, Mark, Matthew and John are all long gone, for a communist regime is never particularly fond of religion and suppresses it (and so it's getting dark). The neighbour is your enemy, for he might turn you in (anytime and for anything, even falsely, most likely out of cowardice). There's not much food, there's not much clothes, there's not much at all in the shop, so there's nothing for you to steal. You are paralyzed by the lack of feeling, because you are constantly being told that everything's fine and that you ought to be happy, but you are not. (Even though) many people around sort of are, just because they have been told so and because they don't have to care about anything, really. But you do care and you are alone, going mad and asking if there's anybody else feeling the same? Or if they don't see that they are under fifteen feet of pure white snow? And many of them don't see. And since the surface looks all right, there's just pure white snow, pure and fine, the people outside don't have a clue what's going on underneath. So there's no one to save you, you have to save yourself, you have to help yourself. Raise your hands up to the sky (and turn to God?), or raise your hands up to the sky (and get through the fifteen feet of pure white snow and get out of there?), or raise your hands up to the sky (because that's the least you can do?), or whatever. (Over-interpretation starting now.)

As much as I don't believe there's single truth in anything, as much as I actually enjoy multiple interpretations and overlays, and as much as I believe in the complexity of human mind in general, where there are many different things going on in one moment (not to mention the mind of Nick Cave), I can't see any cocaine in the song anymore. Nevertheless, I can imagine that when writing it, he was aware of and probably even enjoyed the fact that people would automatically connect it to drugs (not willing to or lacking the background needed to go beyond that) (buried under fifteen feet of pure white snow maybe, oh the irony). 

Anyway, if not the lyrics itself, the video is surely enough of a proof. The inscription at the beginning, the interior, the portraits hanging on the wall, the clothes the people are wearing and the sort-of-organized-dancing giving more than enough hints (which if you are not quite able to decipher, you should consider yourself lucky).

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And some people say it's just rock and roll
but it gets you right down to your soul (and you gotta keep pushing it).

Mermaid Alertness Course

I thought Stagger Lee was brilliant on his motherfucking own but the video shifts the song to another dimension (oh yeah). Shouting "Suck my dick because if you don't you're gonna be dead" in a car while waiting at the traffic lights being my new hobby. A very appropriate one, thank you very much.

I hope these obsessions of mine never ever go away no matter how weird it might become at certain age. I mean it, I am truly and horribly serious, for you shouldn't be too serious about anything in your life except your heroes (who are, in fact and to a great extent, a product of your imagination and somehow a version of yourself anyway).

Ooooh put your mink off
the sun's coming up

There are way too many ladybirds in the kitchen
I wonder how many dots are there too?

Sedíme
na stole,
já a kočka,
a šijeme,
a zpíváme
si.

Když si člověk jde koupit deset černých knoflíků a dostane po pěti ve dvou různých odstínech.

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When you only vaguely recall there was a time you could look at someone or something with indifference knowing perfectly well that as long as you'll live it won't be the case anymore. It seems almost unbearably scary and creepy and brilliant at the same time.

Whenever you have 15 minutes of your life for

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Babe, I'm On Fire (play)

Father says it, mother says it
Sister says it, brother says it
Uncle says it, Auntie says it
Everyone at the party says

The horse says it, the pig says it
The judge in his wig says it
The fox and the rabbit 
And the nun in her habit says

My mate Bill Gates says it
The President of the United States says it
The slacker and the worker
The girl in her burqa says

The general with his tank says it
The man at the bank says it
The soldier with his rocket
And the mouse in my pocket says

The drug-addled wreck
With a needle in his neck says it
The drunk says it, punk says it
The brave Buddhist monk says

The blind referee says it
The unlucky amputee says it
The giant killer bee 
Landing on my knee says

The cop with his breathalyser
The paddy with his fertiliser
The man in the basement
That's getting a taste for it says

The fucked-up Rastafarian says it
The dribbling libertarian says it
The sweet little Goth
With the ears of cloth says 

The cross-over country singer says it
The hump-backed bell ringer says it
The swinger, the flinger
The outraged right-winger says

The man going hiking says it
The misunderstood Viking says it
The man at the rodeo
And the lonely old Eskimo says

The mild little Christian says it
The wild Sonny Liston says it
The pimp and the gimp
And the guy with the limp says

The blind piano tuner says it
The Las Vegas crooner says it
The hooligan mooner
Holding a schooner says 

The Chinese contortionist says it
The backyard abortionist says it
The poor Pakistani
With his lamb Bhirriani says

The hopeless defendant says it
The toilet attendant says it
The pornographer, the stenographer
The fashion photographer says

The college professor says it
The vicious cross-dresser says it
Grandma and Grandpa
In the back of the car says

The hack at the doorstep says it
The midwife with her forceps says it
The demented young lady
Who is roasting her baby
On the fire
Babe, I'm on fire

The athlete with his hernia says it
Picasso with his Guernica says it
My wife with her furniture 
Everybody!

The laughing hyena says it
The homesick polish cleaner says it
The man from the Klan 
With a torch in his hand says 

The Chinese herbologist says it
The Christian apologist says it
The dog and the frog
Sitting on a log says 

The foxhunting toff says it
The horrible moth says it
The doomed homosexual
With the persistent cough says 

The Papist with his soul says it
The rapist on a roll says it
Jack says it, Jill says it
As they roll down the hill

The clever circus flea says it
The sailor on the sea says it
The man from the Daily Mail
With his dead refugee says 

The hymen-busting Zulu says it
The proud kangaroo says it
The koala, the echidna
And the platypus too says 

The disgraced country vicar says it
The crazed guitar picker says it
The beatnik, the peacenik
The apparachick says 

The deranged midnight stalker says it
Garcia Lorca says it
The hit man, Walt Whitman
And the haliototic talker says

The wine taster with his nose says it
The fireman with his hose says it
The pedestrian, the equestrian
The tap-dancer with his toes says

The beast in the beauty pageant 
The pimply real estate agent 
The beach-comber, the roamer
The girl in a coma says

The old rock'n'roller
With his two-seater stroller 
And the fan in the van
With the abominable plan says

The menstruating Jewess says it
The nervous stewardess says it
The hijacker, the backpacker
The cunning safecracker says 

The sports commentator says it
The old alligator says it
The tennis pro with his racquet
The loon in the straight jacket

The butcher with his cleaver says it
The mad basket weaver says it
The jaded boxing writer
And the glass-jawed fighter says 

The old town cryer says it
The inveterate liar says it
The pilchard, the bream 
And the trout in the stream 

The war correspondent says it
The enthused and the despondent says it
The electrician, the mortician
And the man going fishin' says

The cattleman from Down Under says it
The patriot with his plunder says it
Watching a boat of full of refugees
Sinking into the sea

The silicone junky says it
The corporate flunky says it
The Italian designer
With his rickshaw in China says

The trucker with his juggernaut says it
The lost astronaut says it
The share cropper, the bent copper
The compulsive shopper says

The Viennese vampire says it
The cowboy round his campfire says it
The game show panellist
The Jungian analyst says 

Warren says it, Blixa says it
The lighting guy and mixer says it
Mick says it, Marty says it
Everyone at the party says 

The hairy arachnophobic says it
The scary agoraphobic says it
The mother, the brother
And the decomposing lover says

Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire

Hit me up, baby, and knock me down
Drop what you're doing and come around
We can hold hands till the sun goes down
Cause I know
That you 
And I
Can be
Together
Cause I love you 

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Toilet attendant, grandma and grandpa in the back of a car, horrible moth, man going fishing and Blixa being my favourites (for no real reason).

The Birthday Party

Když cáry papíru a oko otevřené na škvíru plavou
s otevřenou hlavou (daleko na vodě)

Search engines seem to bear a certain similarity to a searching process in everyday life. When looking for something in particular you find nothing, but you can be sure it'll turn up a few days later, probably in a moment you don't really need it anymore or don't have the space to make use of it. / Ridiculously late at night I keep stumbling upon videos I would have loved to watch a few days before, and I know that tomorrow afternoon I won't be able to find them again.

Fall asleep without quite intending it and wake up lying down on your bed feeling the weight of every single cell of your life.

Listen and learn (play)

YOU EXHIBITIONIST

Vylité konvice, přejetá auta, chomáče zaprášených časů

kolik miliard vlasů
roste na holých hlavách lidí téhle planety
kolik světelných let vzdálené světy podobají se našemu
tři flakóny parfému hozené do vesmíru
přípitek na to že neznáme správnou míru

kolik kapek krve projde po koberci
bez povšimnutí?

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If there ever is a moment in your life when you have nothing better to do than lie down on the floor reading novels and let the music play all day and all night long, when there is a coffee machine in the kitchen and when you needn't care about anything at all, when there actually is nothing better to do and when the only interesting person within the reach is yourself, enjoy it.

The best thing about that is that it won't last long anyway.

I haven't been reading a novel for such a long time. At some point, I guess I've read too many which made all the magic go away. I felt like I need to read all of them, all the novels in the world. I still feel like this about the books of knowledge, books on philosophy, arts, history, religions, psychology, famous people, the streets of Berlin, the chemical ingredients of oil paints, and possibly some other topics I'm not even interested in yet. These are the books one needs. But novels are the books one wants. Novels are like lovers, only one at time. The right one for the right moment, knowing one would have to let them go after that right moment is over and sooner or later pick up another one, for that another moment.

Look at these my ruby red ruby lips / for we make a little history, baby
every time we come around.

The Stars

Look at me now
sitting in my head and screaming I wish I was
sitting in your head
and screaming
now now
now.

THE STARS ARE OUT TONIGHT

they sit down there down by the water I see them swimming
they wave at me, they wave at me.

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You gotta keep challenging people. (link)

The Sky (Lit Up)

Myšlenky z porcelánu, ztratí se navždy když jednou vypadnou z okna?

Sunlight travels eight minutes before it touches the skin of us who walk down this planet or the surface of the planet itself (you too, MOONLIGHT).

We sat in silence talking
about the things that were around when we were not

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Waiting is part of the process.

Keep your sorrows
safe for tomorrow

Keep on pushing
push
the
sky
away

FOR SKY'S THE LIMIT