posted on January 23, 2012 at 11:54 pm
morocco 1910
sam famine here i am
a private dick
a ladies man
i swear on these spheres that spin in space
i swear by the truth in every liar
never the shot without the fire
who let the lamb in…?
not sam famine
deals a’poppin’ in his car
wonder how he got that scar
wonder how he got this far
yeah
sam famine
The last two paintings are wonderful. Keep up the good work! MJ Frim
I know how it got that scar…but I am not at liberty to say.
Dazza
a spirit must have crept in your room
bright with light, priestess of the afternoon
there to bid you comfort and to give good news
whereby you might prosper later on and even soon…
and she reads one of your manuscripts under a crimson moon
while her thoughts feed you simple nourishment just like a spoon
and her words and stories materialize right in front of you
like a library of endless knowledge that only you can choose
and you consume all that is beautiful as you enjoy the view
while she whispers “you ain’t no famine, and you’re not some fool”
only time can determine the true meanings of these interludes
Dick Tracy/ Spenser Tracy/ Casanovablanco ?
Humphrey Bogus?
after awhile Sam parked his car it was straight across from a lit up bar and thinking that a break was due he spent his money on a few. tipping back, the coldness sank in as he ordered up another gin. and as he took a further sip to calm his thirst, another gentleman walked in, “straight up please” (hip to hip) and introduced himself to Sam… hello, he said, my name is Glen and I saw you when you first walked in before the day was getting dark I too was thinking it just a lark but now as the sunset has come and passed I sit here on my own getting gassed. so I figured we could sit and talk awhile before the night parts the coming miles… Sam replied please have a seat; you must be tired standing on those weary feet (of yours), you say you’re traveling on? yes, after resting up but always just before the dawn. which direction are you headed in? into the sultry heat again through jungles growing over cornerstones then turning right (as walls fall in), they say go east, and east it is and then when everything’s straight again, I’ll rest once more with another gin to watch yet another day begin – say, would you like to go with me? we’ll end up back in Tripoli and with the sea’s approach of daylight rolling into ladies there will hold us tight long into the next starry night.
Sam decided to go with Glen as they drove over hills, along the beach, and through the landscapes still far out of reach, until they sat under further ceiling fans with the scent of orchids (now) blending in… hello, dear woman, are you here alone? (Sam thought this moment would soon go well) why, yes, I am and how bout you? No, I’m here with Glen and that makes us two… would you care to join us for a drink and then we can have something to eat. she sat there with the two drunk men, her long dark legs her toothy grin drinking rum (they stayed with gin) as night arrived (wallets getting thin); and then is when… a pause occurred before choice had been made… (turns out)Glen got up and as he waved goodbye, Sam was telling her of the day’s long drive.
hmmmmm….
..steve ..the last two paintings , to me , having followed, represent a sort of departure / breakthrough, nice.
thanks david
Hope you and mk had a good day recording in stinkin’ hot Melby
we did!
and it was stinkin’ hot!
Mr. Famine sounds like he might be related to Telegram.
oh for the love of god Laura!!! WHICH Telegram? the P.W. one? holy krsna you’re scaring me dear
? “Telegram Sam” (“he’s my main man”) by T. Rex, later covered by Bauhaus. Then there’s also “Lucifer Sam” by Pink Floyd (“that cat I can’t understand”).
Don’t be scared.
L-A-R-A
drift in2 another…
Abstract Illusion :
Would u b the wind 2 blow me home
Would u b a dream on the wings of a poem
And if we were walkn thru a crowd
Did u know I would b proud if ud call my
name outloud.
And if we were walkn down another dead end street
would u.b the 1 that would allow r eyes 2 c.r
Or could youbjust keep on walkn down to the drifts
because u kno id be so very proud to here from your voice-
my name…outloud.
AzAlwayz,
Darrin JK
K.Kovich? A wolf in sheep’s clothing?
Is Sam Famine the new David Neil? What’s his music like?
back from across the ditch. nice wintry summer weather in dunedin.
bet that sam famine calls a spade a spade.
got the cricket on at the moment. they played this familiar sounding orchestral movement ….it was happy hunting ground !!
you’ve got a friend at channel 9…amazing for such a daggy stuck in the ’50s network. .
been listening to mats (and some) a lot in nz.
i met a lady at the forum gig who said it was her fave church album.
it’s gone from three stars to four for me now.
at this rate i’ll give you my isidore review(s) in 15 years or so.
hope all is well in kilbey world.
How do you go about hiring this guy?
“i swear on these spheres that spin in space”…nice line! Is this a new song your working on or just another awesome write-up!
Kraig