17. november 2008

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Foto: Hedi Slimane

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

(Robert Frost)

Enden av November

Foto: Julie Pike

Du må stå inne for det du får ut av livet
for det er ingen som går ut av livet i live
Som min doktor sa, hey, tid er relativt
Kor lenge trur du han ga meg
Til enden av november
(Kaizers Orchestra)

13. november 2008

There'll be no more parties no more cakes and ale

Foto: Andy Warhol

Check it out the house is for sale
There'll be no more parties no more cakes and ale
-Cause he's gone to jail
He's doing nothing good at all
And going nowhere fast then he'll fall
But his mother told him
-Son, you better watch your step
And then the girls started screaming