Category: Music

By Olivier Panhuys

I did you no Wrong

 

‘I thought I heard you saying
Thought you said you missed me
But you were only history -or?- But you only hissed me
When I was gone
I thought I heard you say
They’ve done you in good
And yes, I believe they would
May I console you
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t put it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
I heard you walk
Under the black skittle hall dad -or?- blacks got all dad -or?- blacks ghetto, dad -or?- I heard her blast it all bad
To hurt me, and yes it’s sad
Have this settle the score -or?- Has it settled the score?
I thought I heard you walk
Up the fire-escape last night
And yes, in the deep of the night
I wished you were back
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t put it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
But I did you no wrong
That’s not like me, I did you no wrong
So don’t blame it all on me
And you are not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world
But you shine on me
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world now
No you’re not the light of the world’
 
“The Light of the World” – Death Party (1983)
Songwriter: Jeffery Lee Pierce

 

By Olivier Panhuys

Every Dog has it’s Day

“Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Now what does this mean
It means we get the best scenes
When politics talk, the ends of power meet
Nice to be wanted, safe and protected
The ends of power when politics talk
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Home sweet home, home, home
Now
Let’s talk politics
Every dog has it’s day
For me (for me)
I don’t believe (I don’t believe in anything)
Better days ahead (one more war)
Will never be (I do believe no more)
I don’t believe in (no long goodbye)
Anything (nuclear day)
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Better days will never be
Spare no man, match bomb for bomb
War, all is fair in war
When the ground is soft with hot blood
Spare no man
Better days will never be (match bomb for bomb)
A scorched Earth (flatten the Earth, this home sweet home)
No charity (burn evreything, from lust to dust)
No weak pity (no charity, no weak pity)
From lust to dust (all is fair in war)
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home sweet home”

By Olivier Panhuys

Elsewhere

1983…Saint-Etienne France…Great job, friends like family…Miss S. I was all about Theater and Rock and Roll. In smoke of a small cafe, warm friends and Noir Desir and Bertrand Cantat. This song.. “Toujours etre Ailleurs” , always with me for more than 30 years now. ..Bertrand…I could’nt join the pack of barking dogs .

I found this VHS secam video and I tried to make something out of it… Emotion is there…

By Olivier Panhuys

1978


“ He was young. he was so damn young. he was so god damned. Drunk with the Blood of Baby dolls. Mad laughter. power. running neck and neck with his vision was his demon. Sooner Stick his dick up the baby dolls ass. Shove pins in the heads of innocents. Bad seed with a golden spleen. Ha Ha. he has the last laugh. Blonde Hairs raveling in your vital breath. White hydrogen. Rimbaud. Savior of the forgotten scientists: the alchemists. alchemy. of The. The Word. The power of The Word. Love Rays. bullets on the alter. obscene ceremonies. leave no proof clues. gold. behind. Rimbaud blessé Rimbaud wounded Rimbaud: angel with sleeves of blue hair. [NO] light without shadow. Rimbaud was a rolling stone are all prophets persecuted? He was so damn young. 

Devotions to Arthur Rimbaud.
Copyright © Patti Smith

1978 is the time we started to walk the way …It was about something else… such a rebellion to our Human condition a revolt against Destiny.

We left many on the path, I still cherish this special dream that evil will not will prevail.

I composed this Music Video putting for 2 minutes “Till Victory” of dear Patti Smith as wording to one of the most moving piece of Art of Choreographer Trisha Brown.

It is my devotion to “solitude”

1978

 

By Olivier Panhuys

How we rehearse our dreams…

Howard Devoto remains essential to me. His poetry like honey in acid music of Magazine keep aside my way almost everyday.
Some who know me have always been surprized by this, this priviledge of Artists to find a way to your heart and mind,

 

Howard Devoto remains essential to me. His poetry like honey in acid music of Magazine keep aside my way almost everyday.
Some who know me have always been surprized by this, this priviledge of Artists to find a way to your heart and mind,

“Cut out Shapes in Second Hand Daylight”

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