Fever cover

Cover of the song, fever, first recorder by Little Willie John in 1956 and later recorded by many other musicians such as Peggy Lee, Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Ray Charles, Elvis Presley and so on. 

I hope you enjoy it, however it has no image because I didn´t have a working camera. But there is sound and I believe that that´s all that matters. Have fun, and please comment!

PS: I´m sorry by the simplicity of the song, It´s just voice and guitar and no huge editions. 

The machine

  I never quiet understood those around me. I say for my very experience that they are distinct and even contradictory. I observe and I resemble those who propel me to function. Nothing beats inside. I don´t understand why they created me at all. I´m a project of hits and misses now despised. So much effort to build the few fifty years made possible and transform it into seconds of dust thrown to the winds of a blind society.

  I never quiet understood those around me. They want me broken. Break what could fix them. They are as broken as I. They are like me. Nothing beats inside. Maybe I became more like them or maybe the fear they´ll become more like me would cause such disturbance.

They look at me.

I´m a cancer.

  Sometimes I think I accomplished my purpose.  Sometimes I think, thinking is a mistake. But that doesn´t matter. It doesn´t matter why, or how, or when. I exist. They don´t understand. For them I´m nothing but electric impulses. However, I function by the same impulses that make them think, act and create.

We are equals.

  But they are contradictory. And I, a threat. A threat because I think. Think. Think. Think… Think till the death comes and I wonder about my purpose. I´m nothing but connections and wires covered by a heavy bodywork, I´m just another miss of a project and in the dark of the light off eyes I stay silent waiting succumbing to my own flaw. I have what they call fear. Fear of the death. Think. I miss. I miss the ones once loved me. Proud. Now ashamed. Threatened. Destructive. I´m as human as I can and as machine as I suppose to be while they become just useless electric impulses looking for answers to themselves… 

The infinite life cycle takes me with it as I finally stop thinking.    

Camille Hughes

Green tooth brush

- Still choosing your tooth brush by the color? Why don´t you choose it by the benefit? This one takes a really good care of your teeth.

- Oh yea? But it´s blue.

- But it protects your mouth from several diseases including cavities and bacteria.

- It still´s blue for me.

- But, look! It massages your gum.

- I like green.

- Ok. May I ask you… What is wrong with the blue color?

- Is not green.

- Yea… But why do you want a green one?  

- Because I like it!

- We don´t have green. Not everybody likes green.

- Well, yea. Not everybody likes blue either.

- There´s an amazing technology into this tooth brush.

- Does it clean my toilet?

- Well… Is not quiet meant for it but, if you want… Yea.

- Do you have any green models?

-NO!

- So why do you insist?

-I need to sell it.

- Then make it a green one!

- Look, you can paint it green if you want! Now take the damn thing!

- Do you treat every client like this?

- I´m sorry, I exceeded myself. Please buy this wonderful product. I´m begging you.

- Give me one good reason.

- I GAVE YOU ALREADY! I gave you several reasons! It protects against cavities, bacteria, massages your gum -- cleans your toilet if you want to – Just try not to do both actions at the same time.

- Ok. But how can you prove that this tooth brush is so much different and superior than the others? Like that green one over there for example.

- I don´t… Look, this bristles are just marvelous, soft, durable and there is a tong cleaner on the back,  LOOK, LOOK!

- Who the hell needs a tong cleaner?

- Every human being on earth?

- On a blue tooth brush?

- NO! THE COLOR DOESN`T FREACKING MATTER! It´s a tooth brush! A stupid goddamn tooth brush!

- As stupid as the green one?

-YES!

- Well, I guess I´m taking the green one then, thanks!

Camille Hughes 

The talk

- I want to squeeze my head on a toilet right now – She says over the phone.

He doesn´t get it.

- I´m sorry? What was that?

- You heard me. You are driving me crazy! I can´t stand it!

- What? What did I do?

- Get the fuck out of my head!  

- I´m sorry. I can´t avoid that since is your head. I can´t do anything about it. Can I?

- I mean… I thought I had overcome you. I had turned the page. And there you are again! First you ignore me. You don´t answer my messages, I try to talk to you, you barely look at me… I get mad, I think you much of an ass, then I realize you are a waste of time, finally I gratefully think you are nothing but a pretty face… Then, out of the sudden, you talk to me again, you are beautiful again… Interesting and… I find myself staring at your photograph, during 30 seconds, and believe me, it´s pretty much time for a person like me. I just don´t know what I must do. You don´t like me. You clearly don´t like me, so why? Why am I so… So… You see? I can´t even say it!

- What do you want me to do?

- Well, first, shut up. Let me finish! – She pauses and breathe. She is clearly upset. – Look, there´s something about you… Of course you are pretty, you have an astonishing face, but… I´ve met some pretty guys too, some of them are models, blue eyes, golden hair… I don´t feel attracted to those people. Something about you is driving me crazy!

- Ok, You said that already —

- SHUT UP!

- God, aren’t you finished yet?

- Why you? Why? I don´t understand. I want a plausible explanation! Tell me. Why you?

- You are in love with me.

- PLAUSIBLE , I said!

- Well, I´m sorry but, It is not a pathology, you are not sick. There is no reason. You won´t find a reason. You´ll die searching for a reason! Admit it! You—

- Love you? No, no I don´t love you. I don´t even know you.  I don´t even know you! See? How can I be so… Lost by someone I don´t know.

- We don´t choose.

- We? Well you didn´t choose me.

- You didn´t ask me. Did you? Do you know If I like you or not?

- I can see it. Your signs?

- Oh yea? A couple of times I didn´t answer, a couple of times I didn´t look at you. That doesn´t mean anything. Tell me you love me.

- No.

- Why?

- Because I know you don´t feel the same and I will hurt.

- You don´t know.

- I don´t want to.

- You are stubborn. You are a miserable person.

- Thank you. Very, very much. Just get out. Why did you come back? I was fine. I was happy.

- And I make you miserable.

- You make me miserable. You make me happy.  You make me hate you. You make me…

- You can´t hide it.

- I´ll turn off this phone.

- That won´t make you feel better. You know that.

- Just… Let me go. Please. Stop talking. Stop… Stop messing up with my thoughts. Stop breaking into my dreams… I feel like I need you so badly right now…

- Than just tell me. Maybe, just maybe, I might want the same as you.

- You are going to make me say it. Won´t you? Is that what you want? I´m mad. I´m angry. I´m sad. Confused and you are still there! You are cruel.  I cried. Cried a lot. That´s no big deal. At least it doesn´t look to be a big deal but, I don´t easily cry. Not for man. Not for just a guy. But I cried for you. I cried. And now I feel this is going to happen again.  Will I exist for you tomorrow? Or will I ever exist for you? Did I ever once exist for you? I don´t know. But you are still there. It´s not fair, you know. Not fair, that you make my world so messed up and I don´t mean a single drop of water into yours.

- I´m sorry.

- Don´t. I feel sorry for myself. I´m weak. I´m weak because I allowed myself to cry. I allowed myself to want you, I allowed myself fall in love for you.

- I´m so sorry.

- Yes. That´s all you got to say to me. Right? I´m sorry… Just go away.

- I won´t.  

- I know.

Camille Hughes