and I still love you

You Can Close Your Eyes

Well the sun is surely sinking down, but the moon is slowly rising.
So this old world must still be spinning round and I still love you.

So close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it’s all right.
I don’t know no love songs and I can’t sing the blues anymore.
But I can sing this song and you can sing this song when I’m gone.

It won’t be long before another day, we gonna have a good time.
And no one’s gonna take that time away. You can stay as long as you like.

So close your eyes, you can close your eyes, it’s all right.
I don’t know no love songs and I can’t sing the blues anymore.
But I can sing this song and you can sing this song when I’m gone.

Music & Lyrics by James Taylor

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Hot Damn!

I was 16 when this song was released. I believe it when I watch this video!

Look at Paul Weller writhing on his picnic blanket, running his hands over his thin, pale torso. And those dance moves at 2:20. Amazing how I didn’t blink an eye back then. Then again, this was the 80s, when men wore spandex leggings and Boy George was a heart throb, for men and women.

Having said all that, Long Hot Summer is definitely one of my Desert Island Discs. I shall have to make a post about that soon.

The Present Never Ends

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Song of a Manhattan Suicide Addict 

By Yayoi  Kusama
Swallow antidepressants and it will be all gone
Tear down the gate of hallucination. 

Amidst the agony of flowers, the present never ends

At the stairs of heaven my heart expires in their tenderness. 

Calling from the sky, doubtless, transparent in its shade of blue

Embraced with the shadow of illusion

Cumulonimbi arise. 

Sounds of tears

Shed upon eating the colour of cotton rose

I become a stone 

Not in time eternal

But in the present that transpires. 

(A video installation at the Yayoi Kusama exhibition, National Gallery, Singapore.)

Rollin On a Downslide

Stars Above You

Bowie’s theatrical version was my introduction to this song. It appealed and still does, and perhaps says more about the way I feel about the lyrics.

The Beach Boys’ sound is sweet but it also reeks of puppy love, the lyrics inspired by lust rather than experience. (These guys don’t know what they’re saying.)