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Elleraiseshell
- Washington DC
- Last Record: 2013-05-17 21:07:20 -0500
- Joined: Jun 05, 2011
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so, this is my first video REmix! ahh! I'm actually really really really proud of it. I loved the poem (short drabble?), and I loved all of the beautiful raw footage. I hope you guys all enjoy it <3
When the reel of the real has decayed,
Don't be afraid.
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I had meant to do a few different drawings today, and then... this happened. sorry, smweed, I have no idea if you're gonna like this at all (:'D) but this is what I get from not planning my drawings.
the characters ended up being strange representations of me and my sister, who -- even though it's been years since I was shorter than her -- I wouldn't want to face the world with anyone else at my side...
I've always felt kind of gipped at growing up when drive-in movies are already things of the past...
and I should really learn not to attempt night scenes with pens.
Starring my sister Bob (the vampire) and my step-sister Rachel (not the vampire...)
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Et voilà, mes chéris....So this is my second original song but this one is in french ^_^I think this needs some beat, maybe more instrument or vocals so voilà les lyrics:
Vilain mensonge
Ou fond de vérité
Venant de passants
A moitié effaçés
Grande naïveté
Ou erreur de jeunesse
Quand le vin m'aide
A noyer ma tristesse
Est-ce donc un mauvais sort
Que l'on m'a jeté
Pour être une âme
Bien loin d'être désirée
Peur insensée
Ou justifiée
C'est donc pour ça
Qu'il m'a abandonné
Sourire honnete
Ou simulé
Pauvres fous, mais dans quel piège
Vous êtes tombés
Mais suis-je la seule
A m'interroger
Sur le pourquoi du comment
A longueur de journée
Sans prétention
Ni faits d'armes
Tout le monde
Verse ses larmes
Egoïste
Ou généreux
Le tout est de faire pour le mieux
Again by heart <3
The apple tree stood tall and proud,
Waiting for someone to sample its fruit;
However, the tree was very lonely,
Having picked a remote glen in which to root.
Most of its apples fell to the ground,
Without ever having been tasted;
The tree would weep a little inside,
Watching all of its fruit as it wasted.
Then one spring day a young girl appeared,
To curl up under the tree’s shady leaves;
She grabbed an apple, then opened a book,
And between bites she began to read.
With her melodic voice, she read stories out loud,
Of faraway people and foreign places;
The tree listened raptly and felt very fulfilled,
To see some of its apples get tasted.
She would visit the tree on sunny days,
And the occasional drizzly afternoon;
The tree was so happy that it hated to see,
Summer‘s end approaching all too soon.
The girl continued to appear in the fall,
As the tree’s leaves turned a fiery red;
But when sunny skies became swollen with snow,
The tree became filled with dread.
When the tree’s last apple hovered on its branch,
The tree caught it before it could fall;
The tree hoped it could give it to the story girl,
Before she stopped coming at all.
Long days turned into longer weeks,
Fluffy snow-filled clouds blocked the sunshine;
Still the tree held on to its last apple,
Hoping to hear her melodic voice one last time.
The tree just about gave up any hope,
Of ever seeing the story girl again;
It held on to its last apple nostalgically,
Thinking fondly of its one and only friend.
As if the tree’s thoughts had conjured her,
The girl suddenly appeared in the glen;
Then she gazed at the tree with goodbye in her eyes,
And the tree feared it would never see her again.
The tree removed the apple from its trunk,
Held it out to her before she could go;
She just looked at the offered apple curiously,
With her mouth in the shape of an “O”.
“You keep it,” said the girl with a smile on her face,
And she patted the tree’s outstretched limb;
“I want to make sure you have apples,” she said,
“When I come back to see you next spring.”
Its super late, and im nervous so i mess up a little bit...maybe someone can take this and sing it better? play it better :) haha Lyrics : its about time that all is said and done get your boys get your guns lets have some fun well its about time that the clocks stop asking why and youve got the plan to take this love of mine so gather all your food and tents and wood cuase were going home we are going home oh its about time that the clocks stop asking why oh its about time that the calenders fall behind oh its about time the the clocks stop asking why and its about time that the caenders fall behind
I really didn't change much...I just always wanted to sing with Sarah ^__^
<3
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