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Back on the Tram late at night. Notice a black old lady using eyeliner in a bizarre way. Couldn't say why. It appeared unnatural. Waiting for the tram to set sail, the old gal walks past and sits in front of a middle aged couple looking at clothes they had bought during the hot almost summer's day. In slow motion, the woman pulls out some red lipstick she had probably just smeared over her lips (as I couldn't remember seeing such bright colours a few minutes before), and begins to disgustingly use the lipstick as an inner makeup probe in both ear holes. Makeup for the soul, yes, why not? This isn't enough to scare the two off. The black lady then slowly reaches for a packet of lucky strike fags and slips a cigarette into her mouth, lights it up and puffs away without pausing until she finishes the first one off in less than thirty seconds. Of course smoking is prohibited in many places in France, though having someone smoke frantically in your face is more of an issue. The two politely get up and move to away to a less smoky carriage. Then out of "American History X" steps in some hot head thug with an attitude, as if following a script, and goes straight to the black woman and tells her to fucking smoke elsewhere, comon, get the hell out of here. Her eyeballs sleeping above her upper eyelids show no life, so the action man snatches the fag from out of her mouth and throws it outside. Three cops show up, one takes interest, questions the hag, gets nothing out of her, buggers off, the tram starts rolling. As if switched on, in synchrony with the electric trolley car, the front toothless heroin jumps to her feet, after coughing and spitting something lovely on the floor, and walks up to our antihero skinhead, spilling aggressive swear words and shouting at the latter with fury, grabbing her vagina under red trousers calling him a fag. Surprisingly, all the tough guy does is wipe the spit off his hands, as if he had forgotten his lines, and gets off at the next stop.

Red earsticks to draw attention to what is said? No smoking here please. Oh really, well take this Ghandi peaceful absence of violence and try to stop me doing what your invisible shackles wish otherwise. Both copper, thug and hag avoid violence successfuly, slipping at times with aggressive verbal behavior or spoonfed cinematographic footage that at the time felt good to regurgitate. No blood splattered over the diamond scratched tram windows* but still a city sickness breathing heavily down our necks.

At certain times of day the vandalism of pathetic lost youths becomes glorious when sunlight catches the windows at a specific angle and reveals golden light runes. The babble of kids with the hand of God is turned into art. God, did I just say that?

It snowed in Spring. Not a rare thing you may say? Well this year, it replaced the blossom in the trees that was swept away by voraciously cold winds over night. Some celebrate hanami right now. Wouldn't it be nice to sit under cherry trees, and sip a few glasses of plum wine?

Yesterday's flowers, from Japan and France combined. Mainly from below the salmon rooftop where the weeds grow like passion.

Harmony Coincidence Connected

The shitty lights of Paris' Gare du Nord train station. This is nature's way of giving humans a round of applause for their attempts to create an artificial world that will not have to worship the sun anymore or believe that the end of humanity is entwined with our planet's demise. Long live the light bulb. Surely we can create solar substitution by now?

two of the three litlle ginger kittens in Champety that my parents thought they should look after. Someone dumped them in a ditch. so what did the cats say to the witch? Lets live with the rich

They all three look just like Barley who was minced by a car in Linselles 10 years ago.

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Lorelei, mermaid of the Rhine. These are her songs written beside the Tarn watching the flow rise dangerously as the rain kept falling, beneath the falcons and vultures (yes!) that reign in the valley.

Back to the Future

Check out this old Yukiko the Witch album in the new massive YTW download vault.

Quite fond of these songs I wrote in 1999 while home town in England was in quarantine and sunrise and suns setting were replaced by burning cattle bonfires. Saw "Requiem for a Dream" around that time, and that struck a match in a firework factory! The songwriting became painting, like my oil paintings of surreal mindscape orchids. This was a turning point. Even though I looked back later at songs written five years before this album, skipping the in between period lost in rockadelic efforts to be the rock band we could never be with the drummer we had at the time, I felt I could be proud to play these Ribcage songs particularly. WIth Mr Arnaud Eurin another drummer, the songs were performed live for over a year. Come to think of it, I put this man through hell learning so many complicated songs and then writing even more complex ones, just to see how far we could go. That put an end to that relationship! Yet there was a sacred aura around what we were doing.