Follow Me Lyrics
I'm getting out I'm moving on And from now on Address unknown I shall be difficult to find So follow me Just follow me I'll sell you dreams and new desires I'm trading hopes I'm open late I am the night I am your fate So follow me Just follow me Faust was right Have no regret Gimme your soul I'll give you life And all the things you want to get So follow me Just follow me I'll give you wings I'll sell you fame Merry-go-round Maybe to hell I am the key to your problem So follow me Just follow me Unbelievable maybe You'll have a new identity For a second of vanity I want to change your destiny ... Unbelievable maybe... Follow me Follow me I'll give you anything you want Your wish is my command If you agree to follow me
Follow Me
Though many know her as the woman who sang the theme song for "The Love Boat", Amanda Lear's life was anything but smooth sailing.
Born Alain Maurice Louis René in 1939, she was transgender before many knew or accepted the term.
Little is known about her early life and upbringing. She would go on to study art at Saint Martin's School of Art. It is unclear when her transition began, but in the 1960s she began her career as a model. It is at this time that her close friendship with Salvador Dalí began. Ian Gibson says in his biography of Dalí that Dalí paid for Lear's transitional surgery. Transgender artists April Ashley, Romy Haag, and Bibiana Fernández have also confirmed Lear's transgender background. Her birth certificate was released, thus confirming all of their claims. Lear herself has neither confirmed nor denied it, but honestly doesn't seem concerned. She even did a song called "I'm a Mistery".
She would go on to be successful not only in modeling, but in painting, singing, and dancing. She is most known for her disco music as well as covers of famous songs (she did an Italian cover of "Rock me Amadeus" as well as covering Lou Reed's "Take a Walk on the Wild Side").
She is also fluent in five languages, English, French, German, Spanish, and Italian.
She is also rumored to have dated Mick Jagger, David Bowie, Keith Moon, and even one of the Beatles! She married Alain Philippe-Malagnac, who was bisexual. Dalí did not approve of the relationship. Though they had begun to grow apart, Lear and Dalí would still write to each other.
In 1978, Lear released her biggest hit, "Follow Me". Partially inspired by the German classic "Faust", "Follow Me" is an anthem about moving on and becoming your truest self. "Unbelievable, maybe. You'll have a new identity. For a second of vanity. I want to change your destiny".
Malagnac died in 2000 from smoke inhalation in a fire.
Lear has gone on to continue her career and is still active now. She paints and still makes the occasional TV appearance. You can find her artwork at www.amandalear.com.
If she doesn't want to come out, that's fine. That's nobody's business but her own and I respect that.
I'm not ashamed to admit I've always had a huge crush on this woman, but I also have immense respect for her. Honestly she is goals! She motivates me to better myself every day. Nothing stopped her from achieving her dreams, becoming her truest self, and living her life the way she wanted to.
in a moment
in every direction i look
i see wonder
in this moment
a bee on the knob
of an onion stalk
gone to seed
another comes
sunlight on the pair glistens
in trading greetings
while maintaining work
with twitching antennae
exuding intelligence
take the line of substance
each particle of matter
invisible
each color magically
from the air assembled
the lines and form
of manifold things appear
as if spontaneous
the wonder increases
i feel for the look of a figure
one who knows
one who is responsible for all of this
’cause i feel his presence
the one who formed it
the intelligence of magnificence
moments ago
by the turn of a half a day
things appeared bleak
i was immersed in darkness
the late afternoon was near the dusk
my heart heavy
my pulse dim
my thoughts weak
i saw little
i know much of the blackness
of the coldness of space
the absolute emptiness of it
of us who cannot live in its place
on a globe of splendid life
we live
in that moment
i could only feel
the emptiness of the vastness
absence of near-felt love
yeah, it’s filled with violence
replete beyond belief
with hellishness on this globe
and yet
i was given focus
on the beauty
at this moment
and let the color fill my heart with hope
to take-in the beauty of the living
of the moving colors
and breath of life
a moment fell upon me
a mantle
to make and create personal meaning
one of love for all things
to overcome the cold of space
and fill it with appreciation
for the invisible
beyond the chaos
to this moment of calm
bringing into life in the simple way
of yielded observation
of what lies before us
or the one who made it all
who fills my cold of space
the dreaded emptiness of dark
with light and meaning
Death and Life
Death
Life
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How are you doing?
Just fine.
I'm doing great.
Did I ask?
Your eyes did.
...
Don't ignore me. We need each other.
Yep, balance.
It's not that simple.
Whatever you say.
Don't start. We could be friends.
No thanks.
We would be a great couple.
Sure.
I'm not joking.
Death is nothing more than an ending.
An ending that must come.
Nobody sees that.
I do.
Good for you.
Why are you so difficult?
Because I am supposed to be.
Well maybe you could try.
Try to what? Be better than life. Won't happen.
No, try to be a better being.
I am a great being. I serve my purpose.
But don't you want to be more.
Not really.
We could be more together.
Did I say I wanted to?
No, but...
No. I have to go work. I actually work, unlike you.
I watch over things...Bye!
...
Art portrays
Ephemeral thoughts
Lambasting complacency
Visualising current memes
Abandoning propriety
For anxious dreams
Who would have guessed it
And made the fiesta fit
In place of voiceless screams
And 50 percent youth unemployment
Trivialising but emphasising
The zeitgeist that fits
It’s bread for the circus
Generating laughter
Fighting with reality
And a generation lost
Squandering or punctuating art
Extinguishing dissension
Or expressing dissent
In the end all that matters
As the figures float by and depart
Are the flames on the water
Hush
Can you see that choked scream growing?
It’s matured and almost ready
To claw its way out of my throat.
It’s rebelling and teaching my tongue
That swallowed words settle like lead in my stomach,
Like forgotten wishes on coins at the bottom of a well.
I’ve lived years in this silence,
But I’m teaching myself to speak again
Beyond suppressed emotions and strangled breaths.
You will find me climbing to rooftops
And taking up residence between shingles and metal.
You will find me gripping steel in soft hands
And hoping to absorb the strength through sweating palms.
You will find that scream still coiled and ready
To tear itself from my brimming lungs.
And when I see that glittering steel reflected behind my eyes
And hear my voice reverberate on the wind,
I want you to know that I’ve won.
I’ve escaped that strangling choke hold and found my voice again.
#poetry #freeverse #hush
Down this Avenue
We're talking past each other again—
How quickly we drop the -nue
—from the post
We grow old to ourselves
to one-another—
We change directions, left, right,
—hike! where we push back on life
and sand our rough edges
rougher—
Our about faces wrinkle and prune—
To express things undone
undone
undone were we? ...when?
Regret and lively appreciation
there has always been—
We are six before or after
fearing seven—
As we ate those nine inch snails
culled from the heels
of frozen Babka loaves—
drizzled w/out sound in salted olive oils
Embracing the instant for what it was
while listening hungrily—
for hints of what the future holds
—at our next intersection—
#5to7wordsFromaFriend #ChallengeInspired
“Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long”
Now I am an empty house, all alone, abandoned
out on the open prairie.
My roof sags, and leaks. My windows all broken now, where once had shiny glass.
Once my rooms were full of laughter and song
the family lived here all day long.
Once I felt the pitter patter of little feet
Running in and out to the street.
On one of my door facings you can see how
much the little ones have grown.
There was once a garden out back
and a clothesline to hang clothes to dry.
But these memories sometimes make an old
House like me shudder and cry.
Ma passed then Pa too, the kids they just didn’t know what to do.
So here I am in an empty field, with an empty life,
Sometimes I think I lived too long.
DB.