Layla's Blog

Someone's On The Telephone For You

Monday 28 March 2011

Wednesday 23 March 2011

Tuesday 22 March 2011

i cant photoshop

inky era

http://www.inkylayla.com/

today its ready. massive thanks to chrx for making it happen.

'Peter and I went for walks along the river cart, discussing Marilyn Monroe's sponge and smoking Black Cat to the background of delightful odour, which I didnt smell again till 1960, when I traced it to the wife of Johnny Mortimer, ace trombonist. She called it Diorama, which Christian Dior have discontinued, bad cess to them. The smell, in the wild, is wild garlic, which I couldnt have known then, as people only used pepper and salt to cook with in those days.'

Ivor Cutler, Glasgow Dreamer

Sunday 20 March 2011

lunacy crept in again

If you want money in your pocket
and a top hat on your head
a hot meal on your table
and a blanket on your bed
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
Well I'm going to New York City
and I'm leaving on a train
and if you want to stay behind and
wait til I come back again
well today is grey skies
tomorrow is tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here
If you want to go
where the rainbows end
you'll have to say goodbye
all our dreams come true
baby up ahead
and it's out where your memories lie
well the road's out before me
and the moon is shining bright
what I want you to remember
as I disappear tonight
today is grey skies
tomorrow's tears
you'll have to wait til yesterday is here

Wednesday 16 March 2011

rape in a carpark


no words can. blinding silence, its all been said.

Wednesday 9 March 2011

of one's own


you had a dollar and one another, you wanted to stay alive. i saw you five years later, you looked a little greyer, told me of your encounters, told me of your daughter. i fill my pockets with change, make this body a heavy weight.

Sunday 6 March 2011

wilde

there are two tragedies in life. one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting it