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And That Rain, And Those Electric Whiskey Nights (Para Siempre)

Posted in D-LUX 5, Free Liu Xia by Knutsvik on March 16, 2014



and so we run with rain in our faces,

the entire North Atlantic,

and Moby Dick is dead, we say

but we run through electric guitar nights,

pop music and trolley buses

flat caps and red umbrellas

and a girl cries para siempre in some highrise,


para siempre, forever, she cries


and we drink in crowded bars

electric guitar nights, and

pop music on cobblestone streets

pop music and electric guitars

and drinks in crowded bars and

rain in our faces, and para siempre


para siempre in some highrise


and maybe Moby Dick isn’t dead after all,

some sailor says, maybe Moby Dick isn’t dead,

but I cannot recall last time you stared me down in half, and


we run through the rain, closer to the moon, dirty and

unshaved like dead cats on display downtown

rain dogs, lost in the night

and there’s nothing but electric guitars

pop music, trolley buses

flat caps and umbrellas and hashish and a girl in a highrise forever crying


para siempre, para siempre,


rain running


and her face


and Escondido, baby,


Escondido and desperado rodeo queens and gold octobers


and that rain and those electric whiskey nights


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  1. hobokollektiv said, on March 16, 2014 at 7:30 PM

    Oh how we dance for those triangle promises. We swallow the night & our dreams are ripe, buddy. It’s that nine to five thing & bunch of dreams that follow our ways. Than it’s out into those electric whiskey nights fueled by songs, booze & dreams. And than it’s the blues. The rain dogs blues you can’t control but just dream on. It’s as much like gasoline in our veins as those triangle promises. Those triangle promises that makes us searching for something to explode inside this man. Keep on burnin’, buddy. Just keep on burning.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on March 26, 2014 at 10:56 AM

      ay, Fritsch, buddy, sometimes it’s that nine to five thing that swallows us and sometimes it’s the night that swallows us, and we explode and crash and nburn into new mornings and new beginnings, for ay, Fritsch, we are rain dogs running on gasoline and fumes….

      thanks, pal!


  2. Francis J said, on March 17, 2014 at 8:53 PM

    Man, that’s a poem or, better, a song. I can hear the music! Par siempre.

    • Knutsvik said, on March 26, 2014 at 10:59 AM

      ay, Francis, buddy, maybe it ‘s a poem or a song or maybe something else, but at least it was rain, man, it was rain and an electric boogaloo night..!

      thanks, pal!


  3. z ... said, on March 18, 2014 at 12:30 AM

    A Masterpiece of unearthly Reflection, MK
    For the time being, I rather close my Mouth
    and hold my Breath and do Para Siempre
    and Escondido Mantras in my Third Eye

    • Knutsvik said, on March 26, 2014 at 11:09 AM

      ayayay, Zamoysky, Princessa, I Once Saw A Bright Light Flowing Into The Bergen Night From A Beautiful Woman’s Forehead, Her Third Eye Wide Open For The World To See, And She Cast Her Witchy Spell Upon Me And Told Me Of Her Magic And Her Powers And She Saw I Was A Witch And A Magic Wand Wizard Too … Ay, Zamoysky, Escondido Para Siempre, Hidden Forever…

      • z ... said, on March 27, 2014 at 12:08 AM

        ohhh so ohhhh MK…..and
        …all the Black Roses speak of you…
        and I know they do !


        • Knutsvik said, on March 28, 2014 at 9:27 AM

          ay, Zamoysky, Princessa, To Be Young, To Be Just At The Start, When All You Know Is A Longing To Lay Down Your Heart…. ay, Zamoysky, Princessa ….

  4. stjernetyven said, on March 18, 2014 at 7:51 PM

    Åh! Så fint, Kaptein! Veldig fint!

    • Knutsvik said, on March 26, 2014 at 11:12 AM

      hahaha, ay, Starry, mister night time strikes again, vet du – in bold neon this time 😀


      thanks, babe!


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