London: Black & white Camden

"All In White"

Break me on the thirty-seventh hour

Tout me, doubt me, show me all of your power

I will watch you rise on my back from the ground

Friend or foe?

I don't know

Do you like what you've found?

I will one day shine with you

I'll shine on a faithful few

Show we 'low quotations

Have you earned your stripes?

Fabricate salvation

Lord, I know your type

I've known you all my life

I was always wrong, you all in white

Brush my cause aside with little trouble

Oh my god, I think I'm hearing double

I will watch you rise on my back from afar

Friend or foe?

I don't know now you're up in the stars

But I will one day shine with you

I'll shine on a faithful few.

(The Vaccines, "All in white")

 

Vienna: The first of spring :)

"There's a cloud

A blue sky darkening

That veils the light of the sun

And foretells the rain

But there's a bird

There are birds

And some are singing

To greet every new day that may come

Like the first of spring

It is cold

It is cold

I've had the feeling

At the heart and in the core

The root of all things

But there's a bud, there's a bulb

It will be blooming

To greet every new day that may come

Like the first of spring..." 

"Tracy Chapman - Spring"

London: Somerset House

Amy Winehouse's last residence

It was somewhere around Christmas when I felt I should finally go to Camden Square 30...Amy Winehouse's last residence... I've been following her evolution and listening to her music since early 2007, secretly and selfishly wishing we'd benefit from her talent for as long as could be.
It was around 3 P.M. and the air around her house had such a nostalgic magnetism about it, a lively one! As I was looking through the messages people left on the poor tortured tree in front of her house, I've noticed the lights from the buildings around were on...the Christmas trees inside and... all in all, time moving ahead, while in my head it stood still...Her house, painted so pretty though, was the saddest around the Square and that solitude haunts me still. It's different than that feeling of losing a friend, especially because the way I  relate to music has nothing to do with reality.
In this book I recently read about her, I've found a girl living in her world, always wanting to save people who needed  to be rescued and who lived the music she was creating. For Amy, writing a song was like "cutting an arm off".
It's such a shame that people around her were afraid for her safety for some years, and still, she was found dead alone, in her home, after 6 hours and 5 minutes, by her bodyguard... 6 hours in which time moved on, without anyone wondering a single thing about her...

I left Camden that evening, but Camden Square 30 remains an address where a piece of me remains, in her honour.

"You hear them call your name

From your room

Far removed

Don't let 'em use you in, every way

Stay unchained

Around and round you go

They'll never know, what you've seen

Why have you turned away..."

(Mark Lanegan, Museum) 

London: There's magic in the air!

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Hampton Court :)

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London: On the street where you live...

"I have often walked
Down the street before,
But the pavement always
Stayed beneath my feet before.
All at once am I
Several stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you live.

Are there lilac trees
In the heart of town?
Can you hear a lark in any other part of town?
Does enchantment pour
Out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live.

And oh, the towering feeling
Just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering feeling
That any second you may suddenly appear.

People stop and stare
They don't bother me,
For there's no where else on earth
That I would rather be.

Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live."

(Nat King Cole,  On The Street Where You Live)

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London: Tonight the streets are ours - New Year's Eve version :)

"I am the passenger

And I ride and I ride

I ride through the city's backsides

I see the stars come out of the sky

Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky

You know it looks so good tonight.

I am the passenger

I stay under glass

I look through my window so bright

I see the stars come out tonight

I see the bright and hollow sky

Over the city's a rip in the sky

And everything looks good tonight

Singin' la la la la lalalala...

Get into the car

We'll be the passenger

We'll ride through the city tonight

We'll See the city's ripped backsides

We'll see the bright and hollow sky

We'll see the stars that shine so bright

The sky was made for us tonight

Oh the passenger

How how he rides

Oh the passenger

He rides and he rides

He looks through his window

What does he see?

He sees the stars and hollow sky

He see the stars come out tonight

He sees the city's ripped backsides

He sees the winding ocean drive

And everything was made for you and me

All of it was made for you and me

'cause it just belongs to you and me

So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Singing... la la la la lalalala...

Oh, the passenger

He rides and he rides

He sees things from under glass

He looks through his window's eye

He sees the things he knows are his

He sees the bright and hollow sky

He sees the city asleep at night

He sees the stars are out tonight

And all of it is yours and mine

And all of it is yours and mine

So let's ride and ride and ride and ride...

Singing... la la la la lalalala..."

( Iggy Pop, The Passenger)