an old song from the vaults i went digging for as a response to some of your pieces and dialogues about europe, old hollywood and various related things...

Oja Kodar's Song:Following a trail of hiden clues
Alchemical Magic and Trickery
Laughing hard from the shadows you
Took so long to notice me.
Running round the city
From the sewer to the ferris wheel
There never was a gift horse
That you wouldn't steal.
Singing "take me to the helicopter!"
I watched you disappear
The trial is nearly over
The windmill whispers in my ear
But i don't listen, no...
They say you are a stranger
They say you a spy
They say you are a faker
From the other side of the sky
But i don't listen, no...
In a fallen Spanish castle
Beneath a china moon
When the chimes of midnight roll
I'm gonna put my spell on you...
You know I am a sculptor
I can shape your inner dreams
I can make a man of you
You can make a star of me.
And my touch it is not evil
My heart wears no disgrace
My love is just the mirror
In which you see your face.
And you've lived your life in black and white
Now you're dying for a change
I give the gift of colour
In my arms be born again
Charles Foster Kane.

nv 2000