Showing posts with label Music Links. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music Links. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Impermanence and Permanence
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
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{image found on blacklovenadmarriage.com}
{image found on marcandangel.com}
{image from a scene in "Cloudburst"}
{image from The New York Times, found here}
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{image found on weheartit}
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
{image found on pinterest}
{image found on blacklovenadmarriage.com}
{image found on marcandangel.com}
{image from a scene in "Cloudburst"}
{image from The New York Times, found here}
{image found on tumblr}
{image found on tumblr}
{image found on weheartit}
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Little Yellow Spider
Tonight after dinner we decided to do something small and epic. But what?
Spontaneous silly hat photoshoot? Outdoor chalk drawings?
But then we decided to draw pictures while listening to music.
Here is my illustration for Little Yellow Spider by Devandra Banhardt
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Life In Pixellation
This is such a great music video!!
Goldfish - We Come Together
Thank you to Crash-Chan for posting this song!
The following artworks were made completely out of Rubik's Cubes, and made by Invader
Pixelplosion, 2005
Mario Divided, 2005
Campbell's Soup, 2006, made of 176 Rubik's Cubes
Rubik Mona Lisa, 2005, made of 330 Rubik's Cubes
And this, since I love Jimi Hendrix, is saved for last.
Experience Jimi Hendrix by Ian Wright
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Make A Wish
Tonight Anet and I watched Juno, which left us feeling bouncy and positive
as opposed to last night's movie, Black Swan, which left me feeling
distressed and itchy and lesbionic.
When I heard this song
I was inspired to draw this (lyrics below)
The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.
Et le jackalope a dit
"Je voudrais Étre un yÈti
Pour voler dans la nuit
Et m'en aller loin d'ici"
Mais le yÈti a dit
"Je voudrais Étre un monstre marin
Pour pouvoir rentrer dans la mer
De tous les requins."
And the rattlesnake said,
"I wish I had hands so
I could hug you like a man."
And then the cactus said,
"Don't you understand,
My skin is covered with sharp spikes
That'll stab you like a thousand knives.
A hug would be nice,
But hug my flower with your eyes."
The flower said, "I wish I was a tree,"
The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,
The cat wished that it was a bee,
The turtle wished that it could fly
Really high into the sky,
Over rooftops and then dive
Deep into the sea.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And in the sea there is a fish,
A fish that has a secret wish,
A wish to be a big cactus
With a pink flower on it.
And the flower
Would be its offering
Of love to the desert.
And the desert,
So dry and lonely,
That the creatures all
Appreciate the effort.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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