26 iulie 2012

Carmen| Lana Del Rey...!



Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself cause her liquour's top shelf
It's alarming honestly how charming she can be
Fooling everyone, telling how she's having fun

She says you don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says you don't want to get this way
Famous, and dumb, and no age
My, I'm dying

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Carmen, carmen, staying up til morning
Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean
It's alarming truly how disarming you can be
Eating soft ice cream, coney island queen
She says you don't want to be like me
Looking for fun, get me high for free
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says you don't want to get this way
Street walking at night, and a star by day

It's tiring, tiring

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Baby's all dressed up, with nowhere to go
That's the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Time and cherry marks while doing party favours
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now, the camera's on
And you're alive again

Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi
...

The boys, the girls, they all like carmen
She gives them butterflies, but too coconize
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Buy her tonight, she's still shining
Like lightning, light, like lightning

Like lightning, light, like lightning...

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself cause her liquour's top shelf

Lebewohl...!



Abschied.

25 iulie 2012

Antonia...!


Words Unspoken| Unsmelled Flowers...!













 

A Bare-Skinned Portrait Of Beauty...!



"The thing about beauty is that we never tire of looking at it. We may want shiny new beautiful things to look at, but nonetheless beauty will always grasp at our attention. When beautiful photography and a beautiful subject come together, then it doesn’t matter if you decide to call it fashion, or portraiture, or art… all three become closely intertwined."

Tania Braukämper, you read my soul, my mind, my thoughts.

Colored Stripes...!

22 iulie 2012

The Eagles| Hotel California...!






On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'this could be heaven or this could be hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
'please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!


White...!