Run, baby

Run, baby
(Josué Febles)

I woke up in my childhood and started to run
Been running all my life, found no way to stop
I run to all the places and I still am late
I can just do it or try to do my best
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little bit of
I tell you I run and I still am slow

Drink black coffee, light a smoke
Get a grip, get some love
No way I can get everything I want
No way I can get to everyone I love
Drink black coffee, light a smoke
Get a fix, get a job
No way I can get everything I want
No way I can get to everyone I love

I never get enough and fast enough
A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little bit of
Anything I'm not
I never get enough and fast enough
Gotta keep on pushing, always on the run
Run like some motherfucker, show must go on

Run baby, run, run baby, run, run

Run away from here, run away from there
Run away from myself as far as I can get
Run away from mom, run away from school
Run away from myself, run away from you

Live on, dream on, always on the run
No way I can get everything I want
Live on, dream on, always on the run
No way I can get to everyone I love

MONSIEUR FUCK

MONSIEUR FUCK

Once upon a time there was a little puppy somewhere in California, USA. Due to some serious digestive trouble his flatulence was extremely abundant and loud. These impressive displays would cause people to turn around and curse every time he let one out. Our little puppy wound up believing his name was “Fuck!” Rejected by everyone he flew to Paris and went on the road for several years during the Seventies, eventually becoming one of the most celebrated writers in Europe. People meet in intellectual circles and theaters everywhere to listen to readings on the highest acclaimed farts by Monsieur Fuck.

I Ain't Got No / I Got Life

I Ain't Got No / I Got Life

(Gerome Ragni, James Rado, Gal Mcdermot)

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes

Ain't got no money, Ain't got no class

Ain't got no skirts, Ain't got no sweater

Ain't got no perfume Ain't got no bed

Ain't got no mind,

Ain't got no mother Ain't got no culture

Ain't got no friends, aint got no schoolin'

Ain't got no love, Ain't got no name

Ain't got no ticket, Ain't got no token

Ain't got no god

and what have i got?

why am i alive anyway?

yeah what have i got?

nobody can take away?...

Got my hair. Got my head

Got my brains, Got my ears

Got my eyes, Got my nose

Got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, Got my chin

Got my neck, Got my boobies

Got my heart, Got my soul

Got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, got my hands, got my fingers,

got my legs, got my feet, got my toes,

got my liver, got my blood..

I've got life,

i've got my freedom

i've got life

I've got life

and I am gonna keep it

I've got life

and nobody's gonna take it away

I've got life!

Une histoire de voiture.

"Nous avons rencontré un garçon qui est musicien professionnel. Il joue pour des stars françaises et américaines. C'est mon copain, qui cherchait une voiture et lui vendait la sienne. Il en est venu a parler d'un guitariste sur Bourges qui jouait d'un façon extraordinaire il y a une dizaine d'années. Il se demandait ce que devenait ce guitariste trés imprégné d'Hendrix et dont il adorait aussi la façon de chanter.
Ce fameux guitariste devait a l'heure qu'il est jouer encore mieux. Il restait songeur... comme admiratif et respectueux.
Le nom de ce garçon qui vendait son véhicule est Lesca. Peut être cela te dit quelque chose. Je ne sais plus son prénom; car nous ne l'avons pas revu, mon copain ne lui a pas acheté la voiture".

By Stab

Too much talking.

People who talk a lot make me so bored.. Where do they suck out the energy to keep talking so much from?..

We say so much and do so little. Maybe we spend so much energy talking that when it comes to acting we're just tired. Talking is WAY EASIER than acting.

We constantly change, we are always the same but we constantly change. (You have to be human to be able to do that!) That's why words can be so poor sometimes, because they stay where they where created while we keep going. At least there's always someone to pick them up and use them for a while.. That's what books are for. I like books. Books are useful. I wish people that talk so much could all write books just to give us the choice of listening to them or not instead of imposing their bla, bla to us by standing there so close to your face and spitting all those words right into your mouth while restricting your vital space by touching you to grab your attention back whenever you turn your head in a desperate attempt to show them how bored you feel..

Don't think I don't like talking, it's just that to me talking has to go with listening. If you aren't able to listen, what the hell are you looking for?..

The most interesting thing about listening and observing is that, when you get to do that, you see a lot. The more you see, the less to have to say. That's good. You won't waste so much energy but learn a lot instead.

When I talk a lot I get tired of the sound of my voice in my head. Then I realize that half of what I've said wasn't necessary. It's like those movies that last more than 2 hours to say something they could've said in 90min.

I stop here, all this is making me feel bored.

Jackson Feebs