Saturday Mood

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Room on fire as she's fixing her hair

Now every time that I look at myself

"I thought I told you

this world is not for you"

The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair
"you sound so angry
just calm down, you found me"

lyric: Reptilia, The Strokes

image: Vogue Beauty (obtained via inspiring Neon Stilettos)

Dear Miami

Dear Miami
You're the first to go
Disappearing under melting snow
Each and everyone
Turn your critical eye
On the burning sun
And try not to cryStrictly rolling V.I.P.
Strictly rolling V.I.P.Behind these walls
You can be so self-absorbed
Behind those eyes, no disguise
Disguise, no you can't disguise
Behind this fortress of an address
Stuck in the passion void
With a little style full and for a while

lyric: Roisin Murphy
image: Mario Testino, Vogue Paris June/July 2007

Sing your life

Sing your life

Any fool can think of words that rhyme

Many others do

Why don't you ?

Others sang your life

But now is a chance to shine

And have the pleasure of

Saying what you mean

Have the pleasure of

Meaning what you sing

Oh, sing your life

The things that you love

And the things you loathe

Oh, sing your life

Oh, sing your life

lyric: Morrisey (The Smiths)
image: by Hedi Slimane

Saturday Morning

Saturday morning

And who's gonna play with me

Six in the morning baby

I got a long long day ahead of me

The parents are sleeping soundly

The neighbors are dead as wood

I'm getting up and coming over

We gotta rock the neighborhood

 
It's saturday morning

And this ain't the place for me

I'm giving you warning baby

We got a whole big fat world to see

lyric: The Eels

image: Anna Korea April 2007

Cigarette Smoker

Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses

With wet white trousers on,

And worlds collide as the evening continues,

the dignity fucks off

Well I never came from no ghetto,

but it wasn't nowhere near here

Well spoken girls and stilettos aren't something to fear

Cigarette smoker

I'm sorry but we're all unsure how much you've had

But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore 

lyric by: Arctic Monkeys

image: via Flickr

Got ma nuts from a hippy

And she danced like a medicine man

Drew a crazy picture on my hand and told me

She wanted to change my point of view

Asked me where I was going to

And it's alright...

I got my nuts from a hippy

in a camper van on Saturday night

lyric: from The Fratellis

image: by Dominique Isserman with Laetitia Casta

Gin and Milk

I put gin in my milk

To kill all the germs

As I pray for the day

That life will return

And I pray for myself

But I never learn

No I never learn

See I really like you

But I’m nothing like you

You won’t really see me
I live in old movies
Cloaked tightly in sin
So they wont come in

image: yes, DirtyGlam
lyric: Dirty Pretty Things

Hey rich girl!

We'll walk around

Pretending we're all grown up

Hey, rich girl! Roll your eyes!

There's investigation to be done

Like who's been wearing what with who

So what's been going on?

You got to know!

lyric: The Virgins

image: Nylon

How we breathe

Here where we tremble at the same old thought

Here when our legs give out and we get caught

Here when the stations turn to short you out

Here when the places turn till you pass out
It's how we breathe underwater

Kick it right out of frame,

Does it matter?

lyric: Pinback

images: From DirrtyGlam

It's always better on holidays

Gregor was down again

Said come on, kick me again

Said i'm so drunk

I don't mind if you kill me

Come on you gutless

I'm alive

how i know it

But for chips and for freedom

I could die

It's always better on holiday

So much better on holiday

That's why we only work when

We need the money

lyric: Jacqueline, Franz Ferdinand

image: Juergen Teller

who else is in a desperate need of holidays??

Cities in the dust

Water was running; children were running

You were running out of time

We found you hiding, we found you lying

Choking on the dirt and sand

Your former glories and all the stories

Dragged and washed with eager hands...

 

And oh, your city lies in the dust my friend

song by: Siouxsie and the Banshees
photo: Irina Lazareanu on Jeremy Scott clothes