Drunken Sailer

Frank Frazetta: Leprechaun

(The captain's daughter)

Everybody is free

Charles Vess: Wheel of time

As above so below...

Frank Frazetta: Outlaw of Torn

All my love

Herbert Draper: The Spirit Of The Fountain

Love conquers all

W.A. Bouguereau: Cupid and Psyche

Feels like the end

When you're closer to losing your dreams

Than losing a friend

Flying blind

I'm shooting into the dark

Who will I find?

Oh girl

And if it takes me a lifetime

I swear I'll tear down every wall

Love conquers all

On my way

Tomorrow I rise with the sun

Soon I'll be gone

Words can't say

How the memories of feelings of love

They linger on

Oh girl

And if it takes me forever

I know it's worth every teardrop that falls

Love conquers all

Somewhere there's a place in your heart

Where the wounds never heal

Well you're not alone

That's just how I feel

Love conquers all

This one will last a lifetime

And if love conquers all

This one will last forever

Tell me now so I know!

I remember

Hal Foster: Prince Valiant

I remember a story of great battles won

and the tale of our heroes who died by the gun

while the rest looked and smiled at the freedom they've won

but the weight of the chain slows the run

I remember a song about flags standing high

as the red blazing rockets turned dark a blue sky

I remember the reason the weak shared good-byes if they could

I remember a sight at the dreams that we had

and the injustice they've suffered had driven them mad

I remember when we had the right to be sad all the time

I remember the war of the great days of old

and the battle hymns they sung while they died in the cold

I remember the good men they bought and they sold for a dime

let's take a look now what we've changed

after all we're still so much the same

after all this time

can't we make up our minds

must we all play the losing game

let's take a look now what we've changed

after all we're still so much the same

after all this time

can't we make up our minds

guess we'll all play the losing game

(Psychotic Waltz - I remember)

The messenger

Charles Vess

Love and sentiments

John William Waterhouse: Woman with roses

Mephistopheles' return

Guercino: St Francis with an Angel Playing Violin

Pietro Calvi: Lucifer

Time stood still...

John Maler Collier: The Sleeping Beauty

So this is how it ends, with ice between

The light is out that was alive within

When paths will meet in one, lit by the same sun 

Who lets the shadow grow and strike the blow?

Who poured out hatred where there should be love?

Who poured out poison where there should be balm?

Now who can heal the wound

And make the flower 

Come forth again and blossom?

A sting of emptiness on every turn

The memory embers will forever burn

Twinkles of oneness gone, the sparks for hanging on

Keen like the morning star, though far they are 

Who poured out hatred where there should be love?

Who poured out poison where there should be balm?

Now who can heal the wound

And make the flower 

Come forth again and blossom?

Who will ever be

The redeemer

Who will ever be?

Now who can heal the wound

And make the flower 

Come forth again and blossom? 

If I go away

William Russell Flint: A Normandy Landscape

Somewhere on that long lonely road

We all stand alone

Looking for clues

From our different views

In the dark I've called out your name

It echoes in vain

Over again

In an empty room

If I go away

What would still remain of me

The ghost within your eyes

The whisper in your sighs

You see

Believe

And I'm always there

Staring down a long empty hall

Pictures on walls

All with your name

But it's not the same

Searching for the chord I can't hear

Been searching for years

It's somewhere inside

But it's well disguised

If I go away

What would still remain of me

The ghost within your eyes

The whisper in your sighs

You see

Believe

And I'm always there

Someday I'll take a chance

You find them where you can

They tend to slip away

Those doors to yesterday

Forever is a long time they say

Maybe some day

I'll meet you there

If you've time to spare

Tell me then

Where I can go

Where they won't know

Who I have been

Can we start again

And if I go away

What would still remain of me

The ghost within your eyes

The whisper in your sighs

You see

Believe

And I'm always there

Hot Stuff

(Eva Green)

Number One!

 

Frank Frazetta: A fighting man of Mars

Forever

Boris Vallejo: Flying Centaur

I surrender all my love

And you, you make my desire run

Hot (hot) Hot as the desert sands

Your eyes have power to hold me

like no others can

Fallin' I keep on fallin'

So much deeper, so much deeper for you

Forever, forever, forever

Fallin' for you

High, we're flying so high tonight

Touch (touch), your touch makes the passion rise

Strong (strong, hot), strong as the mighty seas

I need search no more

You're the end of rainbow for me

Fallin' I keep on fallin'

So much deeper, so much deeper for you

Forever, forever, forever

Fallin' for you

Solo: Dave Meniketti

So come, come take my hand

And we'll ride the winds of heaven

Like only we can

Forever, forever, forever, fallin' for you

Forever, forever, forever, fallin' for you

Forever

Fallin', fallin', fallin'

forever

I'll keep on fallin' so deeply

forever

I guess I'm fallin' for you

I surrender all to you

I surrender all my love

I surrender all to you

Forever

Into the black

Charles Vess

Poor misguided fool...

Sir William Russel Flint: Le mort d' Arthur

Klingsor's last summer

Hugo Pratt: Corto Maltese

"He closed his eyes and thought of Gina, and of the portico with the washtubs. God in heaven, so many thousands of things were waiting, so many thousands of cups stood ready poured. Not a thing on earth that he should not have painted. Not a woman in the world whom he should not have loved. Why did time exist? Why always this idiotic succession of one thing after another, and not a roaring, surfeiting simultaneity? Why was he now lying alone in bed again, like a widower, like an old man? You could enjoy, could create, all through this short life; and yet at best you were always merely singing one song after another. The whole full symphony with all its hundred voices and instruments never sounded all at once."

.......................................

"One dream image among the many delighted and greatly stirred him. He lay in a forest and had a woman with red hair across his lap, and a black-haired woman leaned against his shoulder and another knelt beside him, holding his hand and kissing his fingers, and everywhere, all around, were women and girls, some still children, with long thin legs, some nubile, some mature and with the signs of knowledge and of fatigue in their restive faces, and all loved him and all wanted to be loved by him. Then war and fury erupted among the women, the red one thrust a raging hand into the black one's hair and pulled her to the ground and was herself dragged down, and all fell upon one another, each one screaming, each tearing, each biting, each hurting, each suffering pain. Laughter, cries of fury and howls of anguish rang out intertwined and tangled, blood flowed everywhere, nails dug bloodily into fat flesh."

........................................

""It's a pity, Klingsor," the doctor remarked plaintively in his kindly voice. "Your wonderful watercolors will all be white in ten years. These colors you like so well have no lasting qualities."

            "Yes," Klingsor said, "and what is worse, Doctor: your fine brown hair will all be gray in ten years, and a little while later all our good gay bones will be lying in some hole in the ground, including, alas, your beautiful and healthy bones, Ersilia. My friends, let's not start becoming sensible so late in life. Hermann, how does Li Po put it?"

            Hermann the Poet stood still and intoned:

            Life passes like a flash of lightning

            Whose blaze barely lasts long enough to see.

            While the earth and the sky stand still forever

            How swiftly changing time flies across man's face.

            O you who sit over your full cup and do not drink,

            Tell me whom you are still waiting for?

            "No," Klingsor said, "I mean the other poem, the rhymed one, about the hair that was still dark at morning. . ."

            Hermann promptly recited:

            Only this morning your hair gleamed silken and black,

            Evening has already sprinkled it with snow.

            If you would not suffer as on the rack

            Hold out your cup and summon the moon for your drink-fellow. "

............................

"Klingsor drank them in with a thirsty eye, but his thoughts were with Gina. He would not be able to see her for another week. She was sitting in an office in the city, working away at the typewriter; he seldom managed to see her, and never alone. And he loved her, her more than all the others, though she knew nothing about him, did not understand him, regarded him as a strange rare bird, a famous foreign painter. How strange that was, that his longings should cling to her alone, that no other love satisfied him. It was not like him to go far out of his way for a woman. But he did for Gina, in order to be beside her for an hour, to hold her small slender fingers, to thrust his shoe beneath hers, to imprint a quick kiss on the nape of her neck. He thought about that, a droll puzzle to himself. Was this already the turning point? Old age already coming on? Was it only that, the December-May impulse of the man of forty for the girl of twenty?"

(Herman Hesse: Klingsor's last summer)

Don't Liv me

The plague

Matthias Grunewald: Temptation of st Anthony

Bring out your dead and pray to God that he will save you

Paint a cross upon the door and pray to God to spare you

Pestilence disease a plague of mass destruction

Struck down with fever for all his powers he could not save them

He watched them day and night waiting on the call

To lead them to the holy light

Shed a million tears and cried into the night

God, please let them live (Tell me how he cures the crowd)

More there's so much more to give (Is prayer his medicine ?)

Lord you're taking everything (If he has the power to heal)

Please, please Lord let them live (He should not beg the Lord)

Our Father knows what's right or wrong (Live ........)

Why don't he read the signs ?

Watch your tongue Nostradamus we may hurt you, burn you .....

You said the words and someone heard you screaming

This talk of devils in the same breath as the Virgin

For this heresy you know the price is pain

No words you say can help you now

Flee and take you work to help the poor and pray

God please let me live (Tell me all you heard him say!?

God, let them live

I've been so misunderstood (He's got it all wrong)

More, much more to give

Lord will you forgive ? (Cause Satan is his Lord)

Taking everything

Please, please Lord, let me live (Oh, what a waste of words)

Please, let them live (There'll be no mercy)

Bring out your dead and pray to God (God won't help us here my friend)

That he will save you (His anger is upon us)

Paint a cross upon the door (It's all been caused by someone's deeds)

And pray to God to spare you (Can't you see who is the reason ?)

Bring out your dead and pray to God (Don't pray to God that he will save you)

That he will save you (There's no cure for this decease)

Paint a cross upon the door (Spreading by the waters)

And pray to God to spare you

You'd better run, you'd better hide (You'd better run, you'd better hide)

And pray to God that he will save you

(Don't pray to God

We're being punished by our God

And I'm sure I know the reason)

All around me rotten corpses

We must burn the dead

Someone must be brought to justice

And I think I know the man

Would you let them live ? (God, let them live)

They've got so much more to give (More, much more to give)

Oh, you've got to let them live (Taking everything)

(Please let them live)

Let them live, you see the cure (God, let them live)

Let them lonely, lonely live (More, much more to give)

You know, I know you know ... (Taking everything)

Oh Lord, are you going to let them live (Please let them live)

I don't want to die .....

You're taking everything, yeah ..

Oh, Lord let me live ......

Moonchild

David Michael Beck: Vampirella

With or without you

John Collier: The Garden Party

Moongleam and Meadowsweet

John Duncan: The sleeping princess

See her face shine in the moonlight--

Soft as silk and white as cream,

Silently I watch her slumber--gently kiss her cheek,

Then I lay my weary head beside hers--close my eyes and dream.

In the morning she'll awake--

Cast off the night and shine like summer,

As she dances all about me she sparkles like a stream,

Her hair is full of meadowsweet--she's wrapped in leafy green.

On bended knee before you with tears in my eyes,

I pledge that till my dying day my sword is on your side--

Forever on your side.

And I love you more than life--

I swear that you mean everything to me,

Everything I'd sacrifice--

If my lady you would favour me.

Far brighter than the stars your smile,

You hold the richest sunset in those eyes--

You are England.

Fear not lady I'll defend you--

In your cause lay down my life,

When 'concrete dragons' threaten they shall see my mettle gleam,

And die if they should try to steal your cloak of leafy green.

Of all the things worth dying for--

None sweeter have I seen,

Than the rose that is my England--

In her cloak of leafy green.

Love bites

Franciszek Zmurko: Lady Sleeping

Bella Luna

Boris Vallejo: Woman

Hungry for love!

(Body Sushi in Warsaw)

(Whitesnake: Looking for love)

(Body Sushi in Warsaw)

(Body Sushi in Warsaw)

Tall ships

Frank Frazetta: The galleon

No second chance

John Hoppner: Jupiter and Io

My diamond's clouded over where it used to shine like light,

And the day keeps running faster,

Into the arms of night...

The stitches on the tapestry say,

"Everything in time,

Will find it's way home again,"

But I'm tired of crying...

No Second Chances

Don't knock on my door

There won't be any answer

I won't be here no more...

This house we had together

Might still be in its place

But the rest of this is much too hard to face,

There'll be No Second Chance...

Lovely moonlit hours we spent

Walking on the beach,

We'd gaze up at the stars,

I swear they were in our reach...

But time... it went on,

Minutes... they ran too fast.

Like you they were gone...

Into the past....

Cruel Sea

Frank Frazetta: Sea Witch

The return of the Spring

William Bouguereau: The return of the Spring