This was the first RECord I started especially for hitRECord. I apologise for the blurriness, the googley eyes made the scanner not focus so well. It's a very complex painting, so I hope a lot can come from it. This record is showing the boring black and white veiw of life and the other alternative, which is with imagination.
UPDATE: Regarding the theme of MAGIC, this portrait has to do with the magic behind imagination. The ability to create I find is very magical, because out of thin air you find something and bulid upon it to the point you can't even recall it ever being non-exsistent. There has to be a magical element to that.
I look through the mirror everyday
And I asked myself
Force feed stress,
and the tears of anxiety will fill an ocean of demons.
"What else am I supposed to give you?! You took away everything!" shouted Life.
Spinning and turning and swirling around-- it was too late to be out tonight. But I had to, for when will I?
When will I fall into the miraculous wonders of excitement and risks? When will I say "Today I will.' instead of "Tomorrow I might. "? Time seems to be out of control and although it’s going faster and faster-- I’m dragging along; I find it just so peculiar that I can stay completely still. I could not move a single muscle and yet still deeper and deeper I go into the confusion, this mess and life and sound and thoughts all for what? I can walk at the most brisk of paces or the slowest of them all, yet I still see the change in my shape, my thoughts- thinking and twirling and once I only span ‘round while dancing and now very seldom do I dance, but aye, I’m always spinning. Oh it’s just great! I've been here before, amongst the lavish forests of late homework and the overlooking treacherous mountains of guilt that come with. And the whisper sweet songs of generous melody. "In day throughout, Or in sleep don't doubt, we will be here." Don't question, just do. Finish what you’ve started. Haunting as we seem I am their creator. And as I fall and spin, I begin to remember the difference of it all. For if I am falling, I might be flying! Flying through all these overbearing thoughts, duties and monsters of responsibilities. And as I soar, I see the truth of it all. Beasts may be nasty, they also might win. But if we just try, they just might not.
"Why are your eyes closed?"
The stone found home long
Her fair skin was red and bumpy,
Bruised and cold.
Her fair hair was damp and muddy,
Filled with grey chunks of dirt.
Walking home though, she was...
The road that is walked, in groups or alone,
takes turns around familiar felt homes
or leads like a fellow guide to unknown.
In mind or in front view makes moods and change,
This is me doing a rough copy of the way I heard how my lyric record "The Rhythm Of The Galaxy" would go.
I'd LOVE to hear other voices come up with different melodies and what not, considering i'm just a 15 year old girl with an awkward vibrato- i'm sure there are more professional people who could make this a lot better.
Thank you for listening!
These are the lyrics:
The stars are singing melodies
The rhythm of the galaxy
I try to be their harmony
But it’s not enough
So they say in a shimmer
Or whisper, as they shine
Gather all the singers
Make the universe