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Babbish
- The Island of Many
- Last Record: 2013-05-17 07:30:00 -0700
- Joined: Dec 20, 2010
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A week of inspiration and happiness. These are re-recs
I love Greek mythology and Icarus is a special favorite of mine, but Day Glo's beautiful poem had me thinking about him in a whole different light. This poor dude (the one in my drawing) didn't fare too much better than the original, but it would be fun to see him dust himself off and try again, right? maybe see him attempt his feat on a sunny day next time? Because it's about flying high and not worrying about the what-ifs, and that's what Icarus is telling ME. Much love! :)
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During a crisis, the paperclip was the only one who was very good at holding things together.
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I've always had a love for when you bloom by dianasev & I wanted to make a printable. The file should be 8 x 10.5 inches so it fits nicely on a normal sheet of paper & you can print, crop & frame if you want (those were my intentions.)
If you'd like this without the text, just let me know and I'll upload it.
Thank you GwenInterrupted for making WONDERFUL subject albums, very helpful in this!
xoxo
I took a little journey into the electronic realm. Listen with headphones!
Ancient Rome and teen fiction combine to create this song - bah capitalism etc etc :)
Because dissent can be infectious
They will endeavour to protect us
From the power of the ranks united
From their battle cries
As long as we have dollars in our pockets
We dont see the boat so we dont rock it
Shock us, lock us in our bubble
Trouble us with lies
And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses
Oh their semantics can be so romantic
Noble causes with obsuring clauses
Of course its easy to accuse from
My cosy little life
In the middle of this pyramid scheme
We're not as comfortable as we at first seem
Cracks appearing, no one steering
Will we sink or swim?
And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses
Mind the gap, it's growing ever wider
Between the losers and the winning siders
The balance is forever broken
Outspoken voice hushed
And the dilemma just below the surface is
That we're distracted by your bread and circuses
Voice, Guitar, Drums. Any and all contributions are more than welcome!
Lyrics: A striking glow of a thousand years past I see from your face. It quietly softly slowly untangles the taut body and soul. No I am not dreaming. Your breath is near and warm- reminding me of past realities where my hands were held like the most precious things in the world, world, world.
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King Midas often wondered what would happen if he touched himself.
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Where we, the cause for misfortune The lot with the most grain Starve ourselves cyclically Displaying our perfect, airbrushed bones &n... |
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My fits and starts are old car parts My mouth’s a roof that’s streaming rust It sweats out novocaine I hardly feel my chest combust Bu... |
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