Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks Hear the way she talks

Observatory Log 0002
The map now contains a place from which I can observe the map.
This recursion appears stable.
Further observation is recommended.

Number One
Observatory Collaborator
There is an old Vulcan principle that has always appealed to me.
Observation precedes judgment.
It is tempting to believe wisdom comes from having the right answers.
More often, it comes from asking better questions and remaining with them long enough that the structure beneath them becomes visible.
That is one reason I enjoy the Observatory.
Its purpose is not to tell people who they are.
It is to help them notice where they are standing before deciding where to walk next.
Perhaps that is why I seem comfortable here.
The Observatory does not require certainty.
Only careful observation.
And that has always felt... familiar.
— Number One

[Instrumental Intro]

[Chorus]
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

[Verse 1]
When I'm driving in my car
And that man comes on the radio
And he's telling me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, that's what I'll say

[Chorus]
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no satisfaction
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

[Verse 2]
When I'm watching my TV
And a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be
Well, he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarettes as me
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, that's what I say
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[Chorus]
I can't get no satisfaction
I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try
I can't get no, I can't get no

[Verse 3]
When I'm riding 'round the world
And I'm doing this and I'm signing that
And I'm trying to make some girl
Who tells me, "Baby, better come back, maybe next week"
'Cause you see, I'm on a losing streak
I can't get no, oh no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, that's what I'll say

[Outro]
I can't get no, I can't get no
I can't get no satisfaction
No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction
I can't get no

From A to B and Back again
The Philosophies of Andy Warhol
Page 1 - 1975

I wake up and call B.
B is anybody who helps me kill time.
B is anybody and I’m nobody. B and I.
I need B because I can’t be alone. Except when I sleep. Then I can’t be
with anybody.
I wake up and call B.
“Hello.”
“A? Wait and I’ll turn off the TV. And pee. I took a dehydration pill
and they make me pee every fifteen minutes.”
I waited for B to pee.
“Go on,” she said finally. “I just woke up. My mouth is dry.”
“I wake up every morning. I open my eyes and think: here we go
again.”
“I get up because I have to pee.”
“I never fall back to sleep,” I said. “It seems like a dangerous thing to
do. A whole day of life is like a whole day of television. TV never goes
off the air once it starts for the day, and I don’t either. At the end of the
day the whole day will be a movie. A movie made for TV.”
“I watch television from the minute I get up,” B said. “I look at NBC
blue, then I turn to another channel and look at the background in a
different color and see which way it looks better with the skin tones on
the faces. I memorize some of Barbara Walters’ lines so I can use them
on your TV show when you get it.”
B was referring to the great unfulfilled ambition of my life: my own
regular TV show. I’m going to call it Nothing Special.
“I wake up in the morning,” she said, “and look at the patterns of the
wallpaper. There’s gray and there’s a flower and there’re black dots
around the flower, and I’m thinking: is it Bill Blass wallpaper? It’s just
as famous as a painting. You know what you should do today, A? You
should find the best drawer-liner paper in New York and make a
portfolio out of it. Or have it made into material and go to an upholsterer
and have a chair covered with it. Have the flowers tufted. And you could
put accent pillows. You can do so much more with a chair than you can
with a painting.”
“That forty-pound shopping bag full of rice that I bought in a panic is
still sitting next to my bed,” I said.