The time has come to say goodbye… Porcelain Moby In my dreams I'm dying all the time Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind I never meant to hurt you I never meant to lie So this is goodbye? This is goodbye Tell the truth, you've never wanted me Tell me In my dreams I'm...
The History Of Ruth
Ruth, Always on My Mind
Always on My Mind... Pet Shop Boys Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have If I made you feel second best Girl I'm sorry I was blind But you were always on my mind You were always on my mind Maybe...
Ruth, Always on My Mind
Always on My Mind.... Pet Shop Boys Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have If I made you feel second best Girl I'm sorry I was blind But you were always on my mind You were always on my mind Maybe...
Hypnotic Habit (Video Version)
Hypnotic Habit
Deep Red Wine Irish Whiskey in Coffee Rage on the Screen Breeze on the Sails In the Night Clowns with Heavy Voice Singing in Ghostly Tones The Small Young Woman In the Slinky Dress Any Size and Any Place Attractive and Available Aroused Stiff or...
IN MEMORIAM, THE APRIL FOOL WHO WAS NOT, 55 YEARS, FOUR YEARS AGO
Today, would have been Ruth's 59th birthday, had she lived four more years. At The History of Ruth Website are wonderful stories of an extraordinary life. There are many stories still missing from the website, and new stories can also be offered. If...
Ruth’s Dream State: A Panoramic Vision of Dying and Juxtaposition
ID 102524776 © Dmytro Tolokonov | Dreamstime.com ‘The dream,’ says Bergson, ‘consists of the entire mental life minus the tension, the effort and the bodily movement’ (Dreams 27). Dreamers, artists, the contemplative ones are all more or less like the dying,...
A Place Where We Were, and I Am Now
In Love of Ruth At the entry of the Great Court Where the Women’s Fountain Splashed in refreshing water, I paused with my load Of books. I saw empty new benches On the late Saturday afternoon. I turn to exit and The emotions overcame. The lost-ness of the Past....
Something in the Nothingness
I am nothing, No existence, Although once. Remains of ash, but not I. Memory, but not existence, Carries my impression upon on the world. I have no voice, But only voice given by The historian. I am dead, You are alive.