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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Interview on Too Cool To Die
What are the secret origins of Damien C Wilde?
Paris, the docks, the XIXe century, 1984.
You were original in a band Dead Pixels? What made you pack up it up and move on?
I was the last member to join Dead Pixels, at this time they were trying to evolve, Lasse Petersen from The Rakes joined as well to play the drums, they wanted to thicken the live sound I think. So I took over the keyboards. But there was 6 of us, I found it hard to work in studio with five other persons, you have to deal with different tastes and visions, different mentalities and sometime commitments. I love these guys like a family but I realized it was time for me to emancipate myself from groups and go my own way. I wasn’t fit for bands maybe. I had all those songs my friends were pushing me to sing and I thought it was the right time to move on. Someone at this time told me that if you jump off the cliff, there will be a nest. So I jumped. (true story).
What are the secret origins of Damien C Wilde?
Paris, the docks, the XIXe century, 1984.
You were original in a band Dead Pixels? What made you pack up it up and move on?
I was the last member to join Dead Pixels, at this time they were trying to evolve, Lasse Petersen from The Rakes joined as well to play the drums, they wanted to thicken the live sound I think. So I took over the keyboards. But there was 6 of us, I found it hard to work in studio with five other persons, you have to deal with different tastes and visions, different mentalities and sometime commitments. I love these guys like a family but I realized it was time for me to emancipate myself from groups and go my own way. I wasn’t fit for bands maybe. I had all those songs my friends were pushing me to sing and I thought it was the right time to move on. Someone at this time told me that if you jump off the cliff, there will be a nest. So I jumped. (true story).
Why did you feel a need to isolate yourself in order to write songs? Do you feel isolation is the best method to connect with art?
I do. Physically or mentally, I need to isolate myself. I think writing is an intimate process, especially lyrics. I have an introspective relation with Art in general wether I am in front of a painting in a gallery or in front of my piano. I don’t know if it’s the best method to connect with art, but I don’t think there’s any sort of scale or rank in the matter of the way you create or perceive a piece. It’s just my way to do it and I’m probably not the only one.
You’ve moved from California and Australia, what did those specific locations bring to your own songwriting?
Ahah people who haven’t heard the record yet are gonna think I’m some sort of a Beach Boy surfy dude. In all fairness I wasn’t inspired much by the locations but by the journey itself. I find myself more mature now than before and so is my songwriting I guess.
What brought you back to Paris?
The women… no seriously, I was nostalgic. I missed my friends and family. And also the wine.
Julien of Sourya played a big part in your story - what had happened when he heard your songs?
He did play a big part. Julien is a friend, we know each other from way back. He is a tough one to convince and to tell you the truth he had never heard the songs until we got into the studio. He knew I wanted to record, he called me one day, told me to come meet him, he had the studio for himself so we could make music together. I played him a song, Seafarer, on my acoustic guitar and we started working on it straight away. Once we finished it, we both thought it sounded great and decided we should do some more. Then Jean-Paul Gonnod, a producer friend (Phoenix, Cassius, Sourya) was told we were making music, Julien sent him the first track and he offered to record in his studio.
How did the songs change or morph after Julien got involved?
By the end of my trip in Australia, I was playing the song the way I wrote them on the guitar, over and over. I wanted someone to bring a new ear on them. Someone who wasn’t emotionally attached to them as well. When Julien started working on the tracks and I realize what specific direction we were gonna take, I had to re-write some parts of the songs, the ends or the middle eights. I had to adapt them to the production we were making. Julien has a very strong knowledge in electronics he’s a nerd, he loves messing with knobs and faders and he has got a great ear as well. He forced me to go further, to experiment and taught me not be afraid of clichés. It was very inspiring to be in studio with him.
Is the EP a signpost in sound as to what we can expect from the album?
It is, definitely. I want to do the album with the same persons I did this EP. I am loyal to what we have started and I want to conserve the atmosphere we created on this record.
What were you under the musical influence of whilst writing and recording the songs?
I was listening to David Bowie “Space Oddity” during the recording. I never paid much attention to this album before. When I heard Memory of a free festival, I thought that someone had en-captured the way I wanted to sound the same way when I first heard Bob Dylan I thought I found someone who spoke the way I wanted to speak. There’s this other track Letter to Hermione on the same album which is probably one of the most sensible song I listened to. Apart from Bowie, I was listening to Kate Bush, Bon Iver and the last Kasabian album at this time.
What’s next for you?
We’re putting the band together now so I can start touring. Eventually find a good label to work with so we can go back in studio and record the album. Who knows where that could take us?
What’s the greatest secret of Damien C Wilde?
I always claim that my favorite movie is Breathless from Godart when in fact it’s Jerry McGuire.
Link here
Paris, the docks, the XIXe century, 1984.
You were original in a band Dead Pixels? What made you pack up it up and move on?
I was the last member to join Dead Pixels, at this time they were trying to evolve, Lasse Petersen from The Rakes joined as well to play the drums, they wanted to thicken the live sound I think. So I took over the keyboards. But there was 6 of us, I found it hard to work in studio with five other persons, you have to deal with different tastes and visions, different mentalities and sometime commitments. I love these guys like a family but I realized it was time for me to emancipate myself from groups and go my own way. I wasn’t fit for bands maybe. I had all those songs my friends were pushing me to sing and I thought it was the right time to move on. Someone at this time told me that if you jump off the cliff, there will be a nest. So I jumped. (true story).
What are the secret origins of Damien C Wilde?
Paris, the docks, the XIXe century, 1984.
You were original in a band Dead Pixels? What made you pack up it up and move on?
I was the last member to join Dead Pixels, at this time they were trying to evolve, Lasse Petersen from The Rakes joined as well to play the drums, they wanted to thicken the live sound I think. So I took over the keyboards. But there was 6 of us, I found it hard to work in studio with five other persons, you have to deal with different tastes and visions, different mentalities and sometime commitments. I love these guys like a family but I realized it was time for me to emancipate myself from groups and go my own way. I wasn’t fit for bands maybe. I had all those songs my friends were pushing me to sing and I thought it was the right time to move on. Someone at this time told me that if you jump off the cliff, there will be a nest. So I jumped. (true story).
Why did you feel a need to isolate yourself in order to write songs? Do you feel isolation is the best method to connect with art?
I do. Physically or mentally, I need to isolate myself. I think writing is an intimate process, especially lyrics. I have an introspective relation with Art in general wether I am in front of a painting in a gallery or in front of my piano. I don’t know if it’s the best method to connect with art, but I don’t think there’s any sort of scale or rank in the matter of the way you create or perceive a piece. It’s just my way to do it and I’m probably not the only one.
You’ve moved from California and Australia, what did those specific locations bring to your own songwriting?
Ahah people who haven’t heard the record yet are gonna think I’m some sort of a Beach Boy surfy dude. In all fairness I wasn’t inspired much by the locations but by the journey itself. I find myself more mature now than before and so is my songwriting I guess.
What brought you back to Paris?
The women… no seriously, I was nostalgic. I missed my friends and family. And also the wine.
Julien of Sourya played a big part in your story - what had happened when he heard your songs?
He did play a big part. Julien is a friend, we know each other from way back. He is a tough one to convince and to tell you the truth he had never heard the songs until we got into the studio. He knew I wanted to record, he called me one day, told me to come meet him, he had the studio for himself so we could make music together. I played him a song, Seafarer, on my acoustic guitar and we started working on it straight away. Once we finished it, we both thought it sounded great and decided we should do some more. Then Jean-Paul Gonnod, a producer friend (Phoenix, Cassius, Sourya) was told we were making music, Julien sent him the first track and he offered to record in his studio.
How did the songs change or morph after Julien got involved?
By the end of my trip in Australia, I was playing the song the way I wrote them on the guitar, over and over. I wanted someone to bring a new ear on them. Someone who wasn’t emotionally attached to them as well. When Julien started working on the tracks and I realize what specific direction we were gonna take, I had to re-write some parts of the songs, the ends or the middle eights. I had to adapt them to the production we were making. Julien has a very strong knowledge in electronics he’s a nerd, he loves messing with knobs and faders and he has got a great ear as well. He forced me to go further, to experiment and taught me not be afraid of clichés. It was very inspiring to be in studio with him.
Is the EP a signpost in sound as to what we can expect from the album?
It is, definitely. I want to do the album with the same persons I did this EP. I am loyal to what we have started and I want to conserve the atmosphere we created on this record.
What were you under the musical influence of whilst writing and recording the songs?
I was listening to David Bowie “Space Oddity” during the recording. I never paid much attention to this album before. When I heard Memory of a free festival, I thought that someone had en-captured the way I wanted to sound the same way when I first heard Bob Dylan I thought I found someone who spoke the way I wanted to speak. There’s this other track Letter to Hermione on the same album which is probably one of the most sensible song I listened to. Apart from Bowie, I was listening to Kate Bush, Bon Iver and the last Kasabian album at this time.
What’s next for you?
We’re putting the band together now so I can start touring. Eventually find a good label to work with so we can go back in studio and record the album. Who knows where that could take us?
What’s the greatest secret of Damien C Wilde?
I always claim that my favorite movie is Breathless from Godart when in fact it’s Jerry McGuire.
Link here
Monday, September 21, 2009
FIRST REVIEW BY ALAN MCGEE
I was very proud when i read the review Alan McGee wrote about "Avalon" EP
you can read it HERE
it's been a lovely day !
DCW
you can read it HERE
it's been a lovely day !
DCW
Sunday, September 13, 2009
New Management
I'am proud to announced that Perrine Schwartz is taking over the management !
i'm very glad she's is joining the adventure.
love.
DCW
Check out our new myspace: HERE
i'm very glad she's is joining the adventure.
love.
DCW
Check out our new myspace: HERE
Friday, August 21, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
I've been in studio lately recording
Be ready for the new project to come out,
i've been working with Coo from Sourya,
Recording my first EP.
It is getting mixed right now, it will be out there sometime soon.
here's some pics of us working or not really.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Back In homeland
I travelled back to Paris,
I walked along the Seine and sat down in places I have been.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down,
like a bird in a cage,
a story no one tells.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down.
I walked along the Seine and sat down in places I have been.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down,
like a bird in a cage,
a story no one tells.
Paris I love you but you're bringing me down.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
New Photos from Elle Green
Hi,
during a trip to Jervis Bay, Elle Green took some shots of me,
here are a couple of them there's more to come.
you can see Elle Green's work here
during a trip to Jervis Bay, Elle Green took some shots of me,
here are a couple of them there's more to come.
you can see Elle Green's work here
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
NEW GIG
Hi everyone,
I'll be playing a gig at The Supper Club,
with 3 other bands,
I am gonna play a sets with new songs,
It's gonna be a great night, you don't want to miss it.
it's 12$ at the door,
COME ON PEOPLE !
they spelled my name wrong though, oh well...
I'll be playing a gig at The Supper Club,
with 3 other bands,
I am gonna play a sets with new songs,
It's gonna be a great night, you don't want to miss it.
it's 12$ at the door,
COME ON PEOPLE !
they spelled my name wrong though, oh well...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Summer Night
Amid the remnant crowd of the summer ball,
I spotted a lithe frail girl standing on her own.
A two drinks courage and a recital
pushed me toward this apparition.
I mumbled something, etherized on the scene,
Drawn and resurrected when, timidly on the lawn
you kissed me. I, then blessed, find i am humming;
joyfully swimming in one indistinct drone
I held you tight like I held you for the last time,
Spinning along the music in my awkward arms.
As the moonlight lingers a moment on both our heads
I whisper to your ear the words of someone else.
And in the leafy kiosk we danced when the band was gone.
we laid on the grass and gloried the splendent thane.
you kissed my eye and held my hand,
contemplating the moon in its descent to dawn.
I, then blessed, find I am humming in the summer night.
DCW
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Letter (lyrics)
there's some memories you keep flashing out on your script
the way the candles light or furniture in the street
the lonesome house's no more lonely now I replaced your tambourine
feels like we're lost, feels like we're tide upon our sleep
(but) where have you been?
(but) where have you been?
along the way you've lost your charm, I've lost my friends
seems like karma came back and smack us in the face
it's a long path to be alone to be disgraced.
the more we aged the harder it gets to keep on keeping on
(but) where have you been?
(but) where have you been?
DCW
you can listen to this track on myspace
the way the candles light or furniture in the street
the lonesome house's no more lonely now I replaced your tambourine
feels like we're lost, feels like we're tide upon our sleep
(but) where have you been?
(but) where have you been?
along the way you've lost your charm, I've lost my friends
seems like karma came back and smack us in the face
it's a long path to be alone to be disgraced.
the more we aged the harder it gets to keep on keeping on
(but) where have you been?
(but) where have you been?
DCW
you can listen to this track on myspace
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My playlist of the month
Holly Miranda - "Slow Burn Treason"
Chester French - "She loves everybody"
Jay Z ft Santogold - "Brooklyn we go hard"
Fleetwood Mac - "Dreams"
Sigur Ros - "Untitled 1"
BRMC - "Sympathetic Noose"
Gun Club - "She's like heroin to me"
The Kinks - "Days"
TV On The Radio -"DLZ"
Ryan Adams - "La Cienega just smiled"
Morrisey - "I'm throwing my arms around Paris"
Ladyhawke - "My Delirium"
KIngs Of Leon -"Be Somebody"
Chester French - "She loves everybody"
Jay Z ft Santogold - "Brooklyn we go hard"
Fleetwood Mac - "Dreams"
Sigur Ros - "Untitled 1"
BRMC - "Sympathetic Noose"
Gun Club - "She's like heroin to me"
The Kinks - "Days"
TV On The Radio -"DLZ"
Ryan Adams - "La Cienega just smiled"
Morrisey - "I'm throwing my arms around Paris"
Ladyhawke - "My Delirium"
KIngs Of Leon -"Be Somebody"
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Heart of Darkness
"dearest what a feeling watching you dancing in the fire
our ship a-sailing somewhere
along the road the marching band filling up the gap
the soldiers left, and your cries.
Ten million voices united behind one man
paragraphs of hatred disillusion.
They're yelling at their teachers and yelling at their friends
heading in the wrong direction
and it's a long way to the shadow,
it's a long way to the shadow and you 're not there yet
it's a long way to the shadow,
it's a long way to the shadow of the heart of darkness
The sound of silver and the boots tapping on the ground
your mothers are lodging a foreign tongue
the bomb scent in your nostrils and the cemetery land
the river has grown old today"
DCW
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
New song - "Seafarer"
After Caroline the night dresses in light
myrtle colour like when we danced in the park
for everything you sight, your reddened lipstick gasp
no mourners can defy the mouthed joy-song you cast
I crested my head high, darkened the virgin page
content and inmate, all at rest on the ledge
While my seafarer mind already with the land
I would berthed and furled where the watchfire stand
After Caroline storms went silent again
blended with the lawn the gardeners forget
that laurel overtake melting in summer scent
when muses inspire and writers lose themselves
myrtle colour like when we danced in the park
for everything you sight, your reddened lipstick gasp
no mourners can defy the mouthed joy-song you cast
I crested my head high, darkened the virgin page
content and inmate, all at rest on the ledge
While my seafarer mind already with the land
I would berthed and furled where the watchfire stand
After Caroline storms went silent again
blended with the lawn the gardeners forget
that laurel overtake melting in summer scent
when muses inspire and writers lose themselves
More Damîen C. Wilde music on iLike
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Facebook list ....
I usually don't like mail chain, but my friend Marie did a list and it inspired me so I did one well and it goes like this:
1. I wasn't born in Versaillles, but in Paris 14 at the Hospital Saint Joseph, and I like this name
2. I was a lonely kid, I never collected friends and they never collected me.
3. I have been running away for years now and I don't really know what I am running away from.
4. I have never been "cool", I am a social retarded
5. I love driving fast, "whom never felt the adrenaline of the fast, never really loved anyone"
6. i have no physical skills, i hate being enslaved by my body, I want to be a soul
7. I am soon to be 25 and it freaks me out !
8. I am really snobbish, I hate people with bad taste.
9. I have serious issues with my father
10. I wish I was a painter, I have the Serge Gainsbourg's dilemma
11. I think Julien Coulon should be a national hero
12. I collect books, especially poetry books and it's gonna cost me a fortune to ship my books back home
13. I wasn't popular when I was in high school and it's not a surprise
14. I am an aesthete
15. I am changing my name, I am gonna wear my grandfather's name
16. I support 3 teams : Arsenal, Boston Celtics and Arizona Cardinals (because of Jerry McGuire)
17. I am in love with a girl I haven't met yet and I am gonna marry her, seriously
18. I read Time Magazine and I think everybody should
19. W.H. Auden inspired me to write one of my first song.
20. I once stole a book in a library, it was from Françoise Sagan and I instantly fell in love with her. I think everybody should have this kind of experience with an author.
21. I am french but I don't drink coffee
22. I am a sailor
23. I have baby fever, I know everybody's trying to discourage me, but still I want a little girl, and the worst part, I already picked the name
24. I hate loud people and those who can't be alone.
1. I wasn't born in Versaillles, but in Paris 14 at the Hospital Saint Joseph, and I like this name
2. I was a lonely kid, I never collected friends and they never collected me.
3. I have been running away for years now and I don't really know what I am running away from.
4. I have never been "cool", I am a social retarded
5. I love driving fast, "whom never felt the adrenaline of the fast, never really loved anyone"
6. i have no physical skills, i hate being enslaved by my body, I want to be a soul
7. I am soon to be 25 and it freaks me out !
8. I am really snobbish, I hate people with bad taste.
9. I have serious issues with my father
10. I wish I was a painter, I have the Serge Gainsbourg's dilemma
11. I think Julien Coulon should be a national hero
12. I collect books, especially poetry books and it's gonna cost me a fortune to ship my books back home
13. I wasn't popular when I was in high school and it's not a surprise
14. I am an aesthete
15. I am changing my name, I am gonna wear my grandfather's name
16. I support 3 teams : Arsenal, Boston Celtics and Arizona Cardinals (because of Jerry McGuire)
17. I am in love with a girl I haven't met yet and I am gonna marry her, seriously
18. I read Time Magazine and I think everybody should
19. W.H. Auden inspired me to write one of my first song.
20. I once stole a book in a library, it was from Françoise Sagan and I instantly fell in love with her. I think everybody should have this kind of experience with an author.
21. I am french but I don't drink coffee
22. I am a sailor
23. I have baby fever, I know everybody's trying to discourage me, but still I want a little girl, and the worst part, I already picked the name
24. I hate loud people and those who can't be alone.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Night Howl
Red wood, sweating trees
no one in, but the wind.
Red wood, sweating trees
no one in, but the wind.
Rain drops fall randomly
on the dead ground littered with leaves.
Rain drop fall randomly
on the dead ground littered with leaves
Howling like the wolf do
like the wolf's words listen to.
Howling like the wolf do,
like the wolf's words listen to.
Take me with my failures,
with my weaknesses great wood.
Take me with my failures,
with my weaknesses great wood.
2007
DCW
listen to this song here
Monday, January 26, 2009
Favourite Albums
Sigur Ros - "( )"
Radiohead - "Amnesiac"
The National - "Alligator"
The Clash - "London Calling
Iggy Pop - "Lust for life"
Dr Dre - " The Chronic 2001"
The Smiths - "Meat is murder"
The Strokes - "Is this it"
The Velvet Underground - "The Velvet Underground & Nico"
Antony & the Johnsons - "I am a bird now
Apparat - "Walls"
Arcade Fire - " Funeral"
Bob Dylan - "The they are a-changing"
Interpol - "Turn on the bright light"
Joy Division - "Unknown Pleasures"
Keith Jarret - "The melody at night, with you"
Kings of Leon - "Only by the night"
Oasis - "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?"
Philip Glass - "Solo Piano"
Primal Scream - "Screamadelica"
Richard Hawley - "Lowedges"
Radiohead - "Amnesiac"
The National - "Alligator"
The Clash - "London Calling
Iggy Pop - "Lust for life"
Dr Dre - " The Chronic 2001"
The Smiths - "Meat is murder"
The Strokes - "Is this it"
The Velvet Underground - "The Velvet Underground & Nico"
Antony & the Johnsons - "I am a bird now
Apparat - "Walls"
Arcade Fire - " Funeral"
Bob Dylan - "The they are a-changing"
Interpol - "Turn on the bright light"
Joy Division - "Unknown Pleasures"
Keith Jarret - "The melody at night, with you"
Kings of Leon - "Only by the night"
Oasis - "(What's the Story) Morning Glory?"
Philip Glass - "Solo Piano"
Primal Scream - "Screamadelica"
Richard Hawley - "Lowedges"
Sunday, January 25, 2009
New song - "Friends"
Joy no longer enthrals I dear,
my road is paved with fear, says he
I have loved to many of them
I have shed the same, old tears
though I would be fine
I would be fine
Reaching the utmost of my pain
I had merely aimed nor wished
for, there is always something more
behind these cold doors, we lived
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
Drawn in a constant loneliness,
my passion was misplaced, I fear.
Run with the first artist I met
we'll run through the gates of sere
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
December 2008
DCW
my road is paved with fear, says he
I have loved to many of them
I have shed the same, old tears
though I would be fine
I would be fine
Reaching the utmost of my pain
I had merely aimed nor wished
for, there is always something more
behind these cold doors, we lived
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
Drawn in a constant loneliness,
my passion was misplaced, I fear.
Run with the first artist I met
we'll run through the gates of sere
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
I will see you in the end,
we'll meet again my friend, we'll meet again
December 2008
DCW
More Damîen C. Wilde music on iLike
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Last night thoughts
Once again i'm on the run, like a fugitive, wild, burned.
stealing wheels and painting swans,
battered, restless i've been gone
now for the past years for too long,
I seek pacing.
And you appeared like fairies do,
when no one believes it was you,
mad and ill who once were true,
locked up by the government clue,
bred to tell what no one did, blessed they've seen your face at least,
no one get it, no one's thrill get any better than this,
they're fool.
But i wish you were real, you were someone, in the deal,
You are something, I want to live.
25.01.09
DCW
Friday, January 23, 2009
Lyrics
ada
running out of space
there is a woman i regret
she smokes when no one's here
and no one tries to disappear
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
she said i'm on her boat
i'm on her side and all her quotes
but i i've lost control
i've lost the secrets i've been told
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
unlike those men who understand
what ada told them in the end
i wonder when she's coming home
the lies we told ourselves
the clothes you wore when we first met
ada walked out these doors
walked out the life we had before
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
unlike those men who understand
what ada told them in the end
i wonder when she's coming home
october 2008
DCW
You can listen to that track here
running out of space
there is a woman i regret
she smokes when no one's here
and no one tries to disappear
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
she said i'm on her boat
i'm on her side and all her quotes
but i i've lost control
i've lost the secrets i've been told
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
unlike those men who understand
what ada told them in the end
i wonder when she's coming home
the lies we told ourselves
the clothes you wore when we first met
ada walked out these doors
walked out the life we had before
on all the roads we use to drove
there's vague traces of our love
I've even seen our shadows
unlike those men who understand
what ada told them in the end
i wonder when she's coming home
october 2008
DCW
You can listen to that track here
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Poem
I blew her a kiss
I blew her a kiss when the morning's old,
when daisies are not yet and the winter bold,
her long legs wrapped up in the virgin nest,
twilling in delight, spinning a blithe beck.
I blew her a kiss then i caught a cold,
drew my sword and swept the blood.
Her orchid arms and her steady eye
wounded my heart and witnessed my fall
I blew her a kiss can't remember why
If there's a reason it's been lost sometime
habits of a golden age or a lover's use
carried through the years like a pledge of youth
I blew her a kiss I'd never recall
if love is fighting then our love is gold
tainted of silver and our origami souls
only blow kisses when the morning's old
13.11.08
DCW
I blew her a kiss when the morning's old,
when daisies are not yet and the winter bold,
her long legs wrapped up in the virgin nest,
twilling in delight, spinning a blithe beck.
I blew her a kiss then i caught a cold,
drew my sword and swept the blood.
Her orchid arms and her steady eye
wounded my heart and witnessed my fall
I blew her a kiss can't remember why
If there's a reason it's been lost sometime
habits of a golden age or a lover's use
carried through the years like a pledge of youth
I blew her a kiss I'd never recall
if love is fighting then our love is gold
tainted of silver and our origami souls
only blow kisses when the morning's old
13.11.08
DCW
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Lyrics
Marilyn
Marilyn had blond hair and one dream
walking out the house with a smile
she twirled around the oaks with these pain she couldn't release
when Marilyn died she was 17
And I couldn't repair what has been done
when Marilyn cried she was alone
The emptiness she felt and poetry book on her side
when Marilyn attempted suicide
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
The early morning breeze on her feet
couldn't heal the sad eyed Lady asleep
the hourglass was short and the pillow-case bitter
when Marilyn's life sifted away from her
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
they cleaned the place after, the room was bare
not a single trace of Marilyn
I drank myself to death, I drank my sorrow that day
and the rain when they carried Marilyn away
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
15.12.08
DCW
You can listen to this song on my Myspace
Marilyn had blond hair and one dream
walking out the house with a smile
she twirled around the oaks with these pain she couldn't release
when Marilyn died she was 17
And I couldn't repair what has been done
when Marilyn cried she was alone
The emptiness she felt and poetry book on her side
when Marilyn attempted suicide
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
The early morning breeze on her feet
couldn't heal the sad eyed Lady asleep
the hourglass was short and the pillow-case bitter
when Marilyn's life sifted away from her
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
they cleaned the place after, the room was bare
not a single trace of Marilyn
I drank myself to death, I drank my sorrow that day
and the rain when they carried Marilyn away
Why on earth Marylin, the politicians and their screams,
on the one channel TV could have done that to you?
15.12.08
DCW
You can listen to this song on my Myspace
Oxford Street at night
Picture by DCW
ps: the black dots in the background are bats, really big bats...
My new favourite things since I'm in Sydney
Tchai Latte
Cooking
Coopers Pale Ale
Junk in the streets
Stealing flowers
30 Rock
My flat
Boston Celtics
Richard Hawley
The ocean
Chris & Elle
Charity Shops
CWA
R2D2
Running
Pianos in the street
The Flying Squirrel
Arizona Cardinals
Sailors
Cheese nan
Ryan-Jason Simmonds
Going to the beach everyday
Vintage motorcycles
Françoise Sagan
Cooking
Coopers Pale Ale
Junk in the streets
Stealing flowers
30 Rock
My flat
Boston Celtics
Richard Hawley
The ocean
Chris & Elle
Charity Shops
CWA
R2D2
Running
Pianos in the street
The Flying Squirrel
Arizona Cardinals
Sailors
Cheese nan
Ryan-Jason Simmonds
Going to the beach everyday
Vintage motorcycles
Françoise Sagan
Monday, January 19, 2009
Elizabeth Bay
The morning has worn her favourite dress,
the grey pearly one she once sewed herself
with tears of a cloud someone had saddened
forging the landscape, the hills and the mountain.
I sought a shelter in the lee of a rock
staring at the layout draped in the smoke,
I reached a stick and drew one face like a fruit
glanced at the horizon line hoping for the fleet.
But the storm kept going on for more than few days,
the morning didn't change nor the shade of the lay,
my feet became numbed and in the dark i strayed
Nobody approached Elizabeth bay.
My vision was blurry and my bones were sore
I once thought i was gone but i was gone before.
I wrestle alone in my old endeavour,
with boredom sweating through my every pore
Forlorn and bruised, the time has done
his work of a lifetime in a week or some.
I wish i could see again my shire, I pray
but nobody approaches Elizabeth bay.
Sydney, october 2008
DCW
the grey pearly one she once sewed herself
with tears of a cloud someone had saddened
forging the landscape, the hills and the mountain.
I sought a shelter in the lee of a rock
staring at the layout draped in the smoke,
I reached a stick and drew one face like a fruit
glanced at the horizon line hoping for the fleet.
But the storm kept going on for more than few days,
the morning didn't change nor the shade of the lay,
my feet became numbed and in the dark i strayed
Nobody approached Elizabeth bay.
My vision was blurry and my bones were sore
I once thought i was gone but i was gone before.
I wrestle alone in my old endeavour,
with boredom sweating through my every pore
Forlorn and bruised, the time has done
his work of a lifetime in a week or some.
I wish i could see again my shire, I pray
but nobody approaches Elizabeth bay.
Sydney, october 2008
DCW
NEW BLOG FOR A NEW YEAR !!!!
I have decided to open a blog, post some random thoughts and articles I gather on the way.
I haven't had a blog in ages but it is now time to get a place where I can post, other than facebook tag-lines and albums and myspace. So here it is, my own self proclaimed glorification !
A heaven for ruthless random and insanity, wonders and issues, I don't know what it is gonna be, but it is gonna be.
I also will post work from my different projects, information and news, because it is the main purpose of it, staying in touch with everybody and trying to show my works.
I will be dedicated and do it daily, at least I would try, god help me.
Come and read, spread the love, the words and everything you want.
love
DCW
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