Accidents will happen

All the dreams you’re having
You stole them all from me
I was having dreams like that
Back in 1973
Groovy Boo is banging the ivories
In his ancient overcoat
Stuffing all his rage and anger
Down that old piano’s throat
Accidents will happen
That’s what accidents are for
Accidents will happen
And an accident is just an accident
I walk through the swinging door
See my old girl Mabel
Her jawbone hits the floor
And her eyeballs roll around the table
In a clever act of misdirection
I manage with some finesse
To scale the ladders in her stockings
And creep into her dress
Accidents will happen
We’ve all had ’em many times before
And coincidences are just accidents
Nothing less and nothing more
I come around when she expects it the least
She always looks so strange and tragic
She comes on like some juju priest
Laying down her own brand of magic
She tells me that she’ll be true
She ain’t the type to keep her promises
I used to be down with the faithful man
Now I’m hanging with the doubting Thomases
‘Cause accidents keep happening
This old world was born from one
There are servants they don’t govern
And I don’t put too much faith in them
Well, let me tell you a little more about Mabel
She is shaped like an inverted ducks pond chair
I roll out my tongue when she walks past
Fix her with my famous jelly-eyed stare
Her husband is a Cro-Magnon man with a magnum
He recites the second amendment, Jim
Well, accidents will happen
I’m hoping one might happen to him
We’re accidents waiting to happen
You know they’ll be happening for all time
While you’re having yours
I’ll be having mine
Maybe you and I will get it together
You and I, we will get in together
You and I, we will get it together, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
You and I, we will get it together
Oh, come on now
_ Nick Cave [Accidents will happen] _

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“Accidents will happen”
2015 © Massimo S. Volonté


City Sickness – 532

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“City Sickness no. 532”
CityLife… Milano, Italy, April 2022
© Massimo S. Volonté


Fortune teller

Went to the fortune teller
To have my fortune read
I didn’t know what to tell her
I had a dizzy feeling in my head
Siad she’d take a look at my palm
She said “Son, you feel kinda warm”
And she looked into her crystal ball
Said “You’re in love”
Said it could not be so
Not with all the girls I know
She said when the next one arrives
Looking into her eyes
I left there in a hurry
Looking forward to my big surprise
The next day I discovered
That the fortune teller told me a lie
I hurried back down to that woman
As mad as I could be
I told her I didn’t see nobody
Why’d she make a fool out of me
Then something struck me
As if it came from up above
While looking at the fortune teller
I fell in love
Now I’m a happy fellow
Well I’m married to the fortune teller
We’re happy as we can be
Now I get my fortune told for free
Now I’m a happy fellow
Well I’m married to the fortune teller
We’re happy as we can be
And I get my fortune told for free
_ The Who playing Allen Toussaint [Fortune teller] _

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“Fortune teller”
2012 © Massimo S. Volonté

Nightmare no. 149

Everybody knows
History teaches that history teaches nothing
“Si vis pacem, para bellum”
Top secret, burn after reading
Diamonds are forever
Everything is relative
Everybody knows
The apocryphal apocalypses
Miracles are no longer believed
But I felt all the shivers in the world when you took my hand
Empathy after all
In a long line of street lamps, one blinks
A sign, maybe
Everybody knows
The heart is just a muscle
At the vanishing point
There is no escape for the outcasts from this planet
Waiting at the end of the night
The empty TVs blast off the buildings windows of the city of nothingness
Everybody knows
I know nothing, I am nothing
I solely live
Two dark black birds perched on the edge of this village of the damned
Sin and Death

Tutti lo sanno
La storia insegna che la storia non insegna nulla
“Si vis pacem, para bellum”
Documento “Top secret” da distruggere dopo la lettura
I diamanti sono per sempre
Tutto è relativo
Il tempo
Tutti lo sanno
Le apocalissi apocrife
Ai miracoli non ci si crede più
Ma ho sentito tutti i brividi del mondo quando hai preso la mia mano
Empatia nonostante tutto
In una lunga fila di lampioni uno lampeggia
Un segnale forse
Tutti lo sanno
Il cuore è solo un muscolo
Nel punto di fuga
Per i reietti di questo pianeta non c’è scampo
Aspettando al termine della notte
Esplodono le vuote tv nelle finestre dei palazzi della città del nulla
Tutti lo sanno
Io non so niente, io non sono niente
Solo vivo
Due uccelli neri posati sul confine di questo villaggio dei dannati
Colpa e Morte
_ Hugh S. Graves _

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“Nightmare no. 149”
At the edge of this village of the damned, Aug. 2022
© Massimo S. Volonté

Without caption #065

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“Without caption #065”
Milano, Italy, 2022
© Massimo S. Volonté

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