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Imagine there's no Heaven 
It's easy if you try 
No hell below us 
Above us only sky 
Imagine all the people 
Living for today 

Imagine there's no countries 
It isn't hard to do 
Nothing to kill or die for 
And no religion too 
Imagine all the people 
Living life in peace 

You may say that I'm a dreamer 
But I'm not the only one 
I hope someday you'll join us 
And the world will be as one 

Imagine no possessions 
I wonder if you can 
No need for greed or hunger 
A brotherhood of man 
Imagine all the people 
Sharing all the world 

You may say that I'm a dreamer 
But I'm not the only one 
I hope someday you'll join us 
And the world will live as one 

The Chocolate factory

It’s been a long walk in the meandering mountain paths, along the brooks, feeling the whisper of the deodars and firs in your ear, a tickle of a child’s hand, the smell of the beer, The Beatles, Pink Floyd and Nirvana ... and fragments still inject their psychedelia...and oh! So many photographs I took from the Symbi hill, overlooking the town, magical incantations of the night and the halogens...

Cup time in your palms, melt it and dip your paint brush in it...

Sunshine !!!

 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shores,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but nature more...

-          Lord Byron

I see them standing at the formal gates

Of their former colleges.

I see him strolling out

Under the ochre sandstone arch,

The red tiles glinting like bent plates

Of blood behind his head.

I see her with a few light books at her hip

Standing at the pillar made of tiny

Bricks with the wrought iron gates

Still open behind her,

Its sword-tips black in the May air

They are about to graduate

They are about to get married

They are kids, they are dumb,

All they know is they are innocent,

They would never hurt anybody

I want to go up to them and say

“Stop, don’t do it,

She is the wrong woman

He’s the wrong man

You are going to do things

You cannot imagine you would ever do.

You are going to do bad things to children

You are going to suffer

In ways you never heard of

You are going to want to die”

I want to go up to them there

In the late May sunlight and say it.

But I don’t do it, I want to live.

I take them up like the male and female

Paper dolls, and bang them together

At the hips like chips of flint, as if

To strike sparks from them, i say:

“Do what you are going to do,

And I will tell about it”

It's still Swinging

This is the end 

Beautiful friend 

This is the end 

My only friend, the end 

Of our elaborate plans, the end 

Of everything that stands, the end 

No safety or surprise, the end 

I'll never look into your eyes...again 

Can you picture what will be 

So limitless and free 

Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand 

In a...desperate land 

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain 

And all the children are insane 

All the children are insane 

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah 

There's danger on the edge of town 

Ride the King's highway, baby 

Weird scenes inside the gold mine 

Ride the highway west, baby 

Ride the snake, ride the snake 

To the lake, the ancient lake, baby 

The snake is long, seven miles 

Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold 

The west is the best 

The west is the best 

Get here, and we'll do the rest 

The blue bus is callin' us 

The blue bus is callin' us 

Driver, where you taken' us 

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on 

He took a face from the ancient gallery 

And he walked on down the hall 

He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he 

Paid a visit to his brother, and then he 

He walked on down the hall, and 

And he came to a door...and he looked inside 

Father, yes son, I want to kill you 

Mother...I want to...fuck you 

C'mon baby, take a chance with us 

And meet me at the back of the blue bus 

Doin' a blue rock 

On a blue bus 

Doin' a blue rock 

C'mon, yeah 

This is the end 

Beautiful friend 

This is the end 

My only friend, the end 

It hurts to set you free 

But you'll never follow me 

The end of laughter and soft lies 

The end of nights we tried to die 

This is the end

DEATH ME & SHE

Death & She...

She plucked the rose,

Crushed the leaves,

Hammered its petals,

Vigorously

Murderously

Till she squeezed out the liquid,

Filled her pen,

And wrote a lyric,

On a red balloon,

Floating, falling...

In the night of skyscrapers,

To bounce on an ambulance,

Speeding in the night,

With the circling flash of amber,

Hovering like chloroformed cotton,

Cavorting to the voodoo of the siren...

...and she sprinkled some perfume on herself!!