I love America, Her secret's safe with me! And I know her wicked ways The parts you'll never see.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel Although you have a reputation. Can I afford to move above my station? I'm not the only heart you've conquered.
I love America, But boy can she be cruel. And I know how tall she is Without her platform shoes.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel Although at times it might seem awkward. Don't run away, oh don't you recognize me? I'm not the only heart you've conquered.
I kissed America, When she was fleecing me. And she knows I understand That she needs to be free.
I miss America, And sometimes she does too. And sometimes I think of her When she is fucking you.
(I love America, Siempre Confiado en ti I love America, Porque me trates asi?)
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel Although your pants are around your ankles. And when you're done, I'll be your Dirty Harry. It will be just like in the movies.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel Although at time it might seem awkward. Don't look away, I'll be your teenage fanclub. I'm not the only heart you've conquered. obtain
"Art is not there to provide knowledge in direct ways. It produces deepened perceptions of experience. . . . Art is not there to be simply understood, or we would have no need of art."
I Like America and America Likes Me, performance, Joseph Beuys, 1974
11 comentários:
23 d Janeiro ...
hoje...
23 d Janeiro d 1986, morre, na Alemanha, em Dusseldorf ,
Joseph Beuys ....
"I Like Beuys and Beuys Don't Like Me"
;)
e eu quase acreditava nisso
nao é verdade
ele gosta de ti...
disse-me ontem.
é incrivelmente generoso.
muito generoso e amigo.
cheguei tarde à Rede. foi o meu azar.
Cuidado com o coiote?
America doesn't like us (?)
coiotes somos nós,
todos...
:)
David Byrne: Miss America
I love America,
Her secret's safe with me!
And I know her wicked ways
The parts you'll never see.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel
Although you have a reputation.
Can I afford to move above my station?
I'm not the only heart you've conquered.
I love America,
But boy can she be cruel.
And I know how tall she is
Without her platform shoes.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel
Although at times it might seem awkward.
Don't run away, oh don't you recognize me?
I'm not the only heart you've conquered.
I kissed America,
When she was fleecing me.
And she knows I understand
That she needs to be free.
I miss America,
And sometimes she does too.
And sometimes I think of her
When she is fucking you.
(I love America,
Siempre Confiado en ti
I love America,
Porque me trates asi?)
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel
Although your pants are around your ankles.
And when you're done, I'll be your Dirty Harry.
It will be just like in the movies.
Oh Supergirl, you'll be my Supermodel
Although at time it might seem awkward.
Don't look away, I'll be your teenage fanclub.
I'm not the only heart you've conquered.
obtain
"Beuys the artist"
"Beuys the performer"
"Art is not there to provide knowledge in direct ways. It produces deepened perceptions of experience. . . . Art is not there to be simply understood, or we would have no need of art."
( @, essa frase "resume" tudo... é isso...)
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