Thursday, 31 May 2012

Drunken Sailer

Frank Frazetta: Leprechaun



(The captain's daughter)

Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Monday, 28 May 2012

All my love

Herbert Draper: The Spirit Of The Fountain


Sunday, 27 May 2012

Love conquers all

W.A. Bouguereau: Cupid and Psyche



Feels like the end
When you're closer to losing your dreams
Than losing a friend
Flying blind
I'm shooting into the dark
Who will I find?
Oh girl
And if it takes me a lifetime
I swear I'll tear down every wall
Love conquers all

On my way
Tomorrow I rise with the sun
Soon I'll be gone
Words can't say
How the memories of feelings of love
They linger on
Oh girl
And if it takes me forever
I know it's worth every teardrop that falls
Love conquers all

Somewhere there's a place in your heart
Where the wounds never heal
Well you're not alone
That's just how I feel

Love conquers all
This one will last a lifetime
And if love conquers all
This one will last forever

Friday, 25 May 2012

I remember

Hal Foster: Prince Valiant

I remember a story of great battles won
and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun
while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won
but the weight of the chain slows the run

I remember a song about flags standing high
as the red blazing rockets turned dark a blue sky
I remember the reason the weak shared good-byes if they could

I remember a sight at the dreams that we had
and the injustice they've suffered had driven them mad
I remember when we had the right to be sad all the time

I remember the war of the great days of old
and the battle hymns they sung while they died in the cold
I remember the good men they bought and they sold for a dime

let's take a look now what we've changed
after all we're still so much the same
after all this time
can't we make up our minds
must we all play the losing game

let's take a look now what we've changed
after all we're still so much the same
after all this time
can't we make up our minds
guess we'll all play the losing game

(Psychotic Waltz - I remember)

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Wednesday, 23 May 2012

Love and sentiments

John William Waterhouse: Woman with roses



Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Mephistopheles' return

Guercino: St Francis with an Angel Playing Violin




Pietro Calvi: Lucifer

Monday, 21 May 2012

Time stood still...

John Maler Collier: The Sleeping Beauty


So this is how it ends, with ice between
The light is out that was alive within
When paths will meet in one, lit by the same sun 
Who lets the shadow grow and strike the blow?

Who poured out hatred where there should be love?
Who poured out poison where there should be balm?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower 
Come forth again and blossom?

A sting of emptiness on every turn
The memory embers will forever burn
Twinkles of oneness gone, the sparks for hanging on
Keen like the morning star, though far they are 

Who poured out hatred where there should be love?
Who poured out poison where there should be balm?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower 
Come forth again and blossom?

Who will ever be
The redeemer
Who will ever be?
Now who can heal the wound
And make the flower 
Come forth again and blossom? 


Sunday, 20 May 2012

If I go away

William Russell Flint: A Normandy Landscape


Somewhere on that long lonely road
We all stand alone
Looking for clues
From our different views

In the dark I've called out your name
It echoes in vain
Over again
In an empty room

If I go away
What would still remain of me
The ghost within your eyes
The whisper in your sighs
You see
Believe
And I'm always there

Staring down a long empty hall
Pictures on walls
All with your name
But it's not the same

Searching for the chord I can't hear
Been searching for years
It's somewhere inside
But it's well disguised

If I go away
What would still remain of me
The ghost within your eyes
The whisper in your sighs
You see
Believe
And I'm always there

Someday I'll take a chance
You find them where you can
They tend to slip away
Those doors to yesterday

Forever is a long time they say
Maybe some day
I'll meet you there
If you've time to spare
Tell me then
Where I can go
Where they won't know
Who I have been
Can we start again

And if I go away
What would still remain of me
The ghost within your eyes
The whisper in your sighs
You see
Believe
And I'm always there


Saturday, 19 May 2012

Friday, 18 May 2012

Number One!

 
Frank Frazetta: A fighting man of Mars

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Forever

Boris Vallejo: Flying Centaur

I surrender all my love
And you, you make my desire run
Hot (hot) Hot as the desert sands
Your eyes have power to hold me
like no others can
Fallin' I keep on fallin'
So much deeper, so much deeper for you
Forever, forever, forever
Fallin' for you

High, we're flying so high tonight
Touch (touch), your touch makes the passion rise
Strong (strong, hot), strong as the mighty seas
I need search no more
You're the end of rainbow for me

Fallin' I keep on fallin'
So much deeper, so much deeper for you
Forever, forever, forever
Fallin' for you

Solo: Dave Meniketti

So come, come take my hand
And we'll ride the winds of heaven
Like only we can
Forever, forever, forever, fallin' for you
Forever, forever, forever, fallin' for you

Forever
Fallin', fallin', fallin'
forever
I'll keep on fallin' so deeply
forever
I guess I'm fallin' for you

I surrender all to you
I surrender all my love
I surrender all to you

Forever


Monday, 14 May 2012

Poor misguided fool...

Sir William Russel Flint: Le mort d' Arthur


Sunday, 13 May 2012

Klingsor's last summer

Hugo Pratt: Corto Maltese

"He closed his eyes and thought of Gina, and of the portico with the washtubs. God in heaven, so many thousands of things were waiting, so many thousands of cups stood ready poured. Not a thing on earth that he should not have painted. Not a woman in the world whom he should not have loved. Why did time exist? Why always this idiotic succession of one thing after another, and not a roaring, surfeiting simultaneity? Why was he now lying alone in bed again, like a widower, like an old man? You could enjoy, could create, all through this short life; and yet at best you were always merely singing one song after another. The whole full symphony with all its hundred voices and instruments never sounded all at once."
.......................................
"One dream image among the many delighted and greatly stirred him. He lay in a forest and had a woman with red hair across his lap, and a black-haired woman leaned against his shoulder and another knelt beside him, holding his hand and kissing his fingers, and everywhere, all around, were women and girls, some still children, with long thin legs, some nubile, some mature and with the signs of knowledge and of fatigue in their restive faces, and all loved him and all wanted to be loved by him. Then war and fury erupted among the women, the red one thrust a raging hand into the black one's hair and pulled her to the ground and was herself dragged down, and all fell upon one another, each one screaming, each tearing, each biting, each hurting, each suffering pain. Laughter, cries of fury and howls of anguish rang out intertwined and tangled, blood flowed everywhere, nails dug bloodily into fat flesh."
........................................
""It's a pity, Klingsor," the doctor remarked plaintively in his kindly voice. "Your wonderful watercolors will all be white in ten years. These colors you like so well have no lasting qualities."
            "Yes," Klingsor said, "and what is worse, Doctor: your fine brown hair will all be gray in ten years, and a little while later all our good gay bones will be lying in some hole in the ground, including, alas, your beautiful and healthy bones, Ersilia. My friends, let's not start becoming sensible so late in life. Hermann, how does Li Po put it?"
            Hermann the Poet stood still and intoned:

            Life passes like a flash of lightning
            Whose blaze barely lasts long enough to see.
            While the earth and the sky stand still forever
            How swiftly changing time flies across man's face.
            O you who sit over your full cup and do not drink,
            Tell me whom you are still waiting for?

            "No," Klingsor said, "I mean the other poem, the rhymed one, about the hair that was still dark at morning. . ."
            Hermann promptly recited:

            Only this morning your hair gleamed silken and black,
            Evening has already sprinkled it with snow.
            If you would not suffer as on the rack
            Hold out your cup and summon the moon for your drink-fellow. "
............................
"Klingsor drank them in with a thirsty eye, but his thoughts were with Gina. He would not be able to see her for another week. She was sitting in an office in the city, working away at the typewriter; he seldom managed to see her, and never alone. And he loved her, her more than all the others, though she knew nothing about him, did not understand him, regarded him as a strange rare bird, a famous foreign painter. How strange that was, that his longings should cling to her alone, that no other love satisfied him. It was not like him to go far out of his way for a woman. But he did for Gina, in order to be beside her for an hour, to hold her small slender fingers, to thrust his shoe beneath hers, to imprint a quick kiss on the nape of her neck. He thought about that, a droll puzzle to himself. Was this already the turning point? Old age already coming on? Was it only that, the December-May impulse of the man of forty for the girl of twenty?"


(Herman Hesse: Klingsor's last summer)



Friday, 11 May 2012

The plague

Matthias Grunewald: Temptation of st Anthony

Bring out your dead and pray to God that he will save you
Paint a cross upon the door and pray to God to spare you
Pestilence disease a plague of mass destruction
Struck down with fever for all his powers he could not save them
He watched them day and night waiting on the call
To lead them to the holy light
Shed a million tears and cried into the night
God, please let them live (Tell me how he cures the crowd)
More there's so much more to give (Is prayer his medicine ?)
Lord you're taking everything (If he has the power to heal)
Please, please Lord let them live (He should not beg the Lord)
Our Father knows what's right or wrong (Live ........)
Why don't he read the signs ?

Watch your tongue Nostradamus we may hurt you, burn you .....

You said the words and someone heard you screaming
This talk of devils in the same breath as the Virgin
For this heresy you know the price is pain
No words you say can help you now
Flee and take you work to help the poor and pray
God please let me live (Tell me all you heard him say!?
God, let them live
I've been so misunderstood (He's got it all wrong)
More, much more to give
Lord will you forgive ? (Cause Satan is his Lord)
Taking everything
Please, please Lord, let me live (Oh, what a waste of words)
Please, let them live (There'll be no mercy)
Bring out your dead and pray to God (God won't help us here my friend)
That he will save you (His anger is upon us)
Paint a cross upon the door (It's all been caused by someone's deeds)
And pray to God to spare you (Can't you see who is the reason ?)

Bring out your dead and pray to God (Don't pray to God that he will save you)
That he will save you (There's no cure for this decease)
Paint a cross upon the door (Spreading by the waters)
And pray to God to spare you
You'd better run, you'd better hide (You'd better run, you'd better hide)
And pray to God that he will save you
(Don't pray to God
We're being punished by our God
And I'm sure I know the reason)

All around me rotten corpses
We must burn the dead
Someone must be brought to justice
And I think I know the man

Would you let them live ? (God, let them live)
They've got so much more to give (More, much more to give)
Oh, you've got to let them live (Taking everything)
(Please let them live)
Let them live, you see the cure (God, let them live)
Let them lonely, lonely live (More, much more to give)
You know, I know you know ... (Taking everything)
Oh Lord, are you going to let them live (Please let them live)
I don't want to die .....
You're taking everything, yeah ..
Oh, Lord let me live ......

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Wednesday, 9 May 2012

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Moongleam and Meadowsweet


John Duncan: The sleeping princess

See her face shine in the moonlight--
Soft as silk and white as cream,
Silently I watch her slumber--gently kiss her cheek,
Then I lay my weary head beside hers--close my eyes and dream.
In the morning she'll awake--
Cast off the night and shine like summer,
As she dances all about me she sparkles like a stream,
Her hair is full of meadowsweet--she's wrapped in leafy green.
On bended knee before you with tears in my eyes,
I pledge that till my dying day my sword is on your side--
Forever on your side.
And I love you more than life--
I swear that you mean everything to me,
Everything I'd sacrifice--
If my lady you would favour me.
Far brighter than the stars your smile,
You hold the richest sunset in those eyes--
You are England.
Fear not lady I'll defend you--
In your cause lay down my life,
When 'concrete dragons' threaten they shall see my mettle gleam,
And die if they should try to steal your cloak of leafy green.
Of all the things worth dying for--
None sweeter have I seen,
Than the rose that is my England--
In her cloak of leafy green.


Monday, 7 May 2012

Love bites

Franciszek Zmurko: Lady Sleeping

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Saturday, 5 May 2012

Hungry for love!

(Body Sushi in Warsaw)



(Whitesnake: Looking for love)


(Body Sushi in Warsaw)


(Body Sushi in Warsaw)

Friday, 4 May 2012

Thursday, 3 May 2012

No second chance

John Hoppner: Jupiter and Io


My diamond's clouded over where it used to shine like light,
And the day keeps running faster,
Into the arms of night...
The stitches on the tapestry say,

"Everything in time,
Will find it's way home again,"
But I'm tired of crying...

No Second Chances
Don't knock on my door
There won't be any answer
I won't be here no more...

This house we had together
Might still be in its place
But the rest of this is much too hard to face,
There'll be No Second Chance...

Lovely moonlit hours we spent
Walking on the beach,
We'd gaze up at the stars,
I swear they were in our reach...

But time... it went on,
Minutes... they ran too fast.
Like you they were gone...
Into the past....


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

The return of the Spring

William Bouguereau: The return of the Spring