Wednesday 29 January 2014

I am laying down the law...

Judge Dredd: Carlos Ezquerra

I guard these sleazy streets, 
From gambling joint to speakeasy. 
No back alley hoodlum is gonna muscle in on my territory. 
The gangster and machine gun is public enemy number one, 
In Chicago where the innocent pay protection to stay free. 

Well nobody gets hurt, 
If he walks the straight and narrow. 
Bend the arrow out of line, 
And you have to reckon with me. 

[Chorus:] 
Cause I'm laying down, 
Laying down the law. 
I'm laying down, 
Laying down the law. 

Behind every street corner, 
There's vermin crawling out of the woodwork. 
Some low down punk with a shot gun, 
Itchin to fill ya full of lead. 
Wine, Women and bootleg whiskey, 
Threatens the basis of society. 
Side walks are paved with blood, 
Who couldn't keep their head. 

Sin city never sleeps, 
You better learn to 
Pull no punches. 
Eyes to the rear, 
Cause down here... 
They play for keeps. 

[Chorus] 

You say I'm dreaming, 
To believe in a better way, 
For this rat trap we call home. 
I'm the enforcer 
Making sure that crime don't pay... 
And I'm not alone!


Sunday 26 January 2014

Girl

James Jacques Joseph Tissot: Young Woman in a Boat

Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much
It makes you sorry
Still, you don't regret a single day
Ah girl
Girl

When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her
She will turn to me and start to cry
And she promises the earth to me
And I believe her
After all this times I don't know why
Ah, girl
Girl

She's the kind of girl who puts you down
When friends are there, you feel a fool
When you say she's looking good
She acts as if it's understood
She's cool, cool, cool, cool
Girl
Girl

Was she told when she was young that pain
Would lead to pleasure?
Did she understand it when they said
That a man must break his back to earn
His day of leisure?
Will she still believe it when he's dead?
Ah girl
Girl

Wednesday 22 January 2014

Abound in nothing...

William Etty: The Ring

Deep inside me hidden well
Grows a seed of darkness
Yet it can do no harm
But only brings me sadness

During the day it disappears
And when the night is falling
It comes along with all my fears
I can feel it crawling

Then I, become a mind of sin
A palm that holds my empty life within
And I got nothing left to see
But the way I’ll drop the final curtain

Deep breath before the plunge
To a grief unspoken
From the ashes of last hope
The fire can’t be woken

What will end this inner fight?
What prevails is madness
Soon a night with stars alight
I will drown in darkness

For I’ve, become a mind of sin
A palm that holds my empty life within
And I’ve got nothing else to see
But the way I’ll drop the final curtain


(Wardrum - Abound in nothing)

Sunday 19 January 2014

Made for loving you

Alexandre Cabanel: Morte di Francesca da Rimini e di Paolo Malatesta

Tonight I wanna give it all to you
In the darkness
Theres so much I wanna do
And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet
cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me

I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me

Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes
Feel the magic
Theres something that drives me wild
And tonight were gonna make it all come true
cause girl, you were made for me
And girl I was made for you

I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I cant get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me

I was made for lovin you baby
You were made for lovin me
And I can give it all to you baby
Can you give it all to me

Wednesday 15 January 2014

Day of the evil (beware)

Christopher Moeller: Lucifer

Out on the streets
Something's in the air
A chill runs through you
You feel it everywhere
Bringing evil from beyond the grave
A traveller of time and space
Is coming back again

It's the day
Fear the day
Day of the evil
Day of the evil
Day of the evil

His heart is black
His blood is cold
Returning to destroy our world
As the stories told
Sword of darkness
Knight of fear

Condemned to live forever in the hall of tears

It's the day
Beware the day
Day of the evil
Day of the evil
Day of the evil
Day of the evil

Out on the streets
Something's in the air
The sky looms darker
Is there no escape from here
Bringing evil from beyond the grave
A traveller of time and space
Is coming back again

Sunday 12 January 2014

Love ain't no stranger

Boris Vallejo: waiting for the angel

Who knows where the cold wind blows,
I ask my friends, but, nobody knows
Who am I to believe in love,
Oh, love ain't no stranger

I looked around an' what did I see
Broken hearted people staring at me,
All searching 'cos they still believe,
Oh, love ain't no stranger

I was alone an' I needed love
So much I sacrificed all I was dreaming of,
I heard no warning, but, a heart can tell
I'd feel the emptiness of love I know so well

Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger
Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger to love, no, no, no

Can't hold the passion of a soul in need,
I look for mercy when my heart begins to bleed
I know good loving an' I'm a friend of pain,
But, when I read between the lines it's all the same

Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger
Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger to love

So who knows where the cold wind blows,
I ask my friends, but, nobody knows
Who am I to believe in love,
Lord, have mercy,
Love ain't no stranger,
I ain't no stranger

I was alone an' I needed love
So much I sacrificed all I was dreaming of,
Can't hold the passion of a soul in need,
I look for mercy when my heart begins to bleed

Wednesday 8 January 2014

Ready to fight! Fire at will...

Henry Merwin Shrady - Cavalry charge (front details)

Leaving all behind,
the award is to be found
Like a scene from a dream
and a vision of heavenly might
In the cradle of this war, I know,
and that's for sure
When the battle's done:
there can be only one
I am marching against evil
May the Lord be on our side

Ready to fight; fire at will
We shall die in Gettysburg
Ready to fight; fire at will
People will cry over Gettysburg

This inferno turned me blind
there was fire and smoke all around
Dead bodies and blood everywhere
in this unholy ground
Now the future is no more,
we're all lost to this vicious whore
When the victory's won,
I'm a fatherless son
We went out to fight for glory
Only one of us came home

I sit here on my porch
as an old and lonely man
Sometimes I recall
when terror struck the land
Was it right to go to arms
to defend the freedom rights
I am sure or else I've lived upon a lie

(Civil War - Gettysburg)

Sunday 5 January 2014

Spread your Almighty Wings...

Boris Vallejo: The Queen And The Angel Horse



(Concerto Moon - Almighty wings)

Wednesday 1 January 2014

A cry for the new world

Sir Joseph Noel Paton: I Wonder Who Lived In There

I Would I Were a Careless Child
(George Gordon, Lord Byron)

I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my Highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o’er the dark blue wave;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
Accords not with the freeborn soul,
Which loves the mountain’s craggy side,
And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

Fortune! take back these cultured lands,
Take back this name of splendid sound!
I hate the touch of servile hands,
I hate the slaves that cringe around.
Place me among the rocks I love,
Which sound to Ocean’s wildest roar;
I ask but this — again to rove
Through scenes my youth hath known before.

Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne’er designed for me:
Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth! — wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

I loved — but those I love are gone;
Had friends — my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone,
When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o’er the bowl
Dispel awhile the sense of ill;
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
The heart — the heart — is lonely still.

How dull! to hear the voice of those
Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes,
Associates of the festive hour.
Give me again a faithful few,
In years and feelings still the same,
And I will fly the midnight crew,
Where boist’rous joy is but a name.

And woman, lovely woman! thou,
My hope, my comforter, my all!
How cold must be my bosom now,
When e’en thy smiles begin to pall!
Without a sigh would I resign
This busy scene of splendid woe,
To make that calm contentment mine,
Which virtue know, or seems to know.

Fain would I fly the haunts of men —
I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
Whose gloom may suit a darken’d mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then would I cleave the vault of heaven,
To flee away, and be at rest.