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Those Cobra Eyes, Light With A Smile (Cheekbones, Baby!)

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on May 4, 2013


Friday, 3rd May 2013.

Maria was 19 and one of my first loves, and she’s surely one of the greatest girl singers America ever gave the world. she turns 49 this year.

I’ve got a cold and it snowed again last night. it’s May.

my computer died. I’ve now got Windows 8.

this is a postmodern country and western song. shit, George Jones died a couple of days ago too. now it’s just Willie Nelson and David Allan Coe left. and Emmylou. I saw her throw her guitar pick to the crowd in Stavanger in -87. David Allan Coe and Jerry Lee Lewis played that festival. I was 16. they’re still alive.

this is a postmodern country and western song. it sucks.

you know so many ways to be wicked, Maria sings, but you don’t know one little thing about love.

it’s not all about cheekbones, baby.

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  1. z ... said, on May 4, 2013 at 2:10 AM


    OMG….love MMK
    Be my Joy is just
    sooooo ohhhhhh
    transfixing me


    • Knutsvik said, on May 4, 2013 at 2:43 AM

      ay, Zamoysky, My Divine Polish Princessa, It Is The Power Of Transcendence, we Only Need To Find It In Ourselves And Now It Is The Green Negresses, Les Negresse Vertes, And I Just Want that Sweet Poppy To relieve Me, Zamo, I Just Want That Sweet Poppy and thosee Negresses Vertes ….. Ay, Tranfiks Me!

      • z ... said, on May 4, 2013 at 3:16 AM


        • z ... said, on May 4, 2013 at 3:40 PM


          – I know the sound of your Wheels –
          I get transfixed again…..
          If I only survive this Spring
          and all the Scars it gives me


          • Knutsvik said, on May 4, 2013 at 9:56 PM

            ay, Zamoysky, Princessa, Let Me Listen To The Wheels Of Our TIme, Our Leaves Of Grass, Freeze Me In The Rain and Shudder Me In The Fog, Bury Me In Those Cold Northern Waters And Open Those Beer Cellar Bar Taps Wide For Me, SIng Me A Song And Play Those Southern Trumpets And Saxofones Again, Ay, Transfiks Me, Baby, Play Those Trumpets And Saxes One More Time! TranfiksMe, Baby, Transfiks Me One More Time!

  2. MT said, on May 5, 2013 at 1:26 PM

    Sånn er det med gammal kjærleik 😉

    God søndag !


    • Knutsvik said, on May 6, 2013 at 10:38 PM

      haha, ay, hallaien på kaien, som bergenserane seier, Marie!

      rust never sleeps, seier Neil Young, og sånn er det vel med kjærleiken og 😀

      Hepp! oooog Hepp og klem på deg med!


      (ps – eg slit med nytt operativsystem og *svelg* må lere meg fotoshop! *grøss*)


      • MT said, on May 7, 2013 at 12:16 PM

        uff, stakkars deg. alt som skal lærast her i livet 🙂

        Hallaiaien på kaien te deg med.Har nett skifta til sommardekk( les: betalt for å få skifta ), så no får snøen halde seg vekke såpass at ein softis kan nytast på bryggekanten og eg kan køyre trygt 🙂

        • Knutsvik said, on May 7, 2013 at 10:34 PM

          ay, Maria, i ettermiddag snudde det her i den historiske hovudstaden, og med eitt så var det vår. no held me pusten alle saman og vågar ikkje blunke i redsle for å gå glipp av noko 😀


          (på fredag vakna eg til snø, og gjekk rett på kapteinsrumpa på veg til jobb. det er ikkje rett, Maria, det er ikkje rett 😀 )

          eg … lyt vel lera det må lera, men eg treng vel ikkje like det 😀


  3. hobokollektiv said, on May 7, 2013 at 8:51 AM

    “He’s a Hollywood hillbilly his stereo is blaring Willie / Johnny Cash, Hank and Lefty down to Sunset and Vine” (Dale Watson)

    Drowning in the songs of the long gones. Drowning in vinyl, brother. Because it’s not dead it just smells funny. So much better than Windows 8 & all these digital stuff that wasn’t made for rambling brothers like us.

    “I can hear the wind blowing in my mind / Just the way it used to sound through the Georgia pines / You were there to answer when I called / You and me, Lord knows we had it all” (Donnie Fritts)

    Let’s ride these wild horses, captein. Let’s ride them for the sake of cowpunk, hillbillies & Maria. And remember you gotta sin to get saved. True country! True punk! All that counts. All the time.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on May 7, 2013 at 10:42 PM

      haha, that’s just so right, Fritsch, it’s not dead, it just smells better, and right now I’ll take the smell of any vinyl – even …. ABBA (OK, not ABBA) – over Windows 8

      let’s ride those trains, pal, sail those seas, let’s do it for all that is good and all that is right, buddy, let’s do it for the punks and the hillbilly hellraisers and the sunday morning coming downs and all that truly counts!

      thanks, pal, stay in the saddle, man!


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