Friday 8 June 2007

Pressure..... (updated)



I know how he feels... My life is a bit like that lighthouse right now.

The Lighthouse in the pictures is 'La Jument', off the coast of Brittany, The man is Lighthouse-keeper Théodore Malgorne.
This series of pictures, entitled ‘La Jument’, was taken by the photographer Jean Guichard during a storm in 1989, The lighthouse keepers were seeking refuge from the storm in fear of their lives in the towers lantern. Guichard was in the area taking photographs of this particular tower during the storm, for his book, The Lighthouses of France.
One of the keepers, Théodore Malgorne, thinking the chopper outside was the rescue team opened the door and took a look. Guichard was right there to capture the scene in a series of seven photographs. Malgorne turned around in time to close the door and to avoid being swept away.

Addendum: Picture number 3 is not La Jument, it's Le Four, Brittany/Finisterre

Posters of Guichard's beautiful photographs are available, as are copies of his books, from several sources, I recommend Amazon.
High resolution art-quality prints are available via Jean Guichard's own website- (Google it)

Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band:- Electricity(1967)


Electricity (Don Vliet / Herb Bermann)
Singin through you to me; thunderbolts caught easily
Shouts the truth peacefully Eeeeeee-lec-tri-ci-teeeeeeeeHigh voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need
to hide their their shadow-deed
Go into bright find the light 'n know that friends don't mind just
how you growMidnight cowboy stains in black reads dark roads without a map
to free-seeking electricity
Midnight cowboy stains in black reads dark roads without a map
to free-seeking electricity
Lighthouse beacon straight ahead straight ahead across black seas
to bring seeking Eeee-lec-tri-ci-teeeee
High voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need
to hide their shadow-deed hide their shadow-deed
High voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need
to hide their shadow-deed hide their shadow-deed
Seek electricity . . .

Pulp. Common People

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,
like you."

Well what else could I do -
I said "I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.

Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.

I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people etc...