oh, renoir

current favourite song lyrics: december by frida hyvönen:
Oh, you have played records all night long. You come straight from the club when you pick me up at 6 in the morning. You smell of champagne and cigarettes. I put on stockings and a dark green dress. And we're off to the clinic.

10 girls in a room, one bed each. I wonder if I'm the only one who feels like everyone's staring at me. A nurse in the middle of the room informs us in a gentle Finnish accent about the procedure.

First they'll sting us with a needle, then we'll fall asleep. Then one by one they'll take us to the next room. Rid us of our little trouble—our unwanted pregnancies—and then we'll wake up.

You're the only man in the room. You're by my side. When it's my turn to get the injection, you're sent outside. "We've had a problem with boyfriends. They often faint if they see blood," the nurse explains.

Just a few moments later, I am sleeping. And if they do exist, the angels are weeping. And when I wake up, you get me a coffee and a sandwich and a kiss in which

I can taste the last breath of our love. And I can taste you haven't slept for centuries. And it's time to walk out into our own separate winters.

Before we leave, the nurse takes us aside. And she tells the two of us to take care of each other.
I'm not sure if I remember this right, but I think that's where we start to giggle, a relief in the grief.

looking at:
candy - song to the siren
chris jordan
cole rood & haan
early life stress changes genes
east village isn't what it used to be . . . and it never was
freight yard projectfugazi - turnover
galactic suite
grace jones - william's blood (later with jools 2008)
jail threat for urinating student
joop!
murman arkitekter
psykick dancehall
rise of the non-veggie vegetarian
siv stoldal
skate bait
sonic fabric
sordid truths: selling my innocence for a taste of stardom
style.com - beth ditto
transsexual jesus sparks protests
zeha berlin

listening to:
grass widow
pants yell!
stavin chains
stella rocket