LOCATION: Nicosia, Cyprus
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JOINED: March 10, 2010
IslandProphet's RECommendations
This is medium quality, so if you want to remix it the HQ one is http://www.hitrecord.org/records/369465
All the photos were taken by me, I did all the video editing (over nine hours) and the music is by PASIV.
Feedback would be much appreciated. This was a pretty massive project that I was super excited about, and I hope you all find it as moving/thought-provoking as I did when I was actually at the battlefields.
All the pictures were taken when I was in Ypres in Belgium from March 31st - 3rd April.
I hope you can all appreciate the message I'm trying to say :)
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if we are two halves of the same whole and we stood close enough together would we become one? |
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Once upon a time there was a boy with a box for a head. He longed to be like everyone else, to play with the other children at playtime and to understand why everyone avoided him. Even at home he was unloved. His mother, a single parent, would tend to the boy’s younger brothers and sister and neglect him. This carried on for many years until one evening the boy packed a bag of belongings and left home. Alienated and alone, the boy ventured out of the inner city and into the woodlands on the outskirts. After days of travelling the boy came across a travelling circus that was run by a friendly man from a faraway town. The man was wise and took the boy under his wing, giving him a job in the troupe and caring for him as if the boy were his son. Circus life was exciting and the boy visited many exotic places in various locations across the world. At last, the boy was amongst people who understood him and, for once, he felt at home. Six years later, the boy had grown tall and confident but the circus was on its last tour. The friendly ringleader had become old and forgetful, telling the boy that it was time for him to go back to living in the real world. Determined to make something of his life the boy left the circus and went back to the city to start a career. After many months of looking, the boy began to give up hope. None of the cityfolk accepted him and he was finding it difficult to find any work. For days he wondered around the streets, sleeping rough in dingy alleyways and longing for the friends he had from the circus. One dark and rainy night, the boy was slumped on the roadside with his boxhead in his hands, when he saw a piece of crumpled paper on the ground. Dockside Box Factory-Looking for Workers! was printed in bold on the front. The boy successfully obtained a job at the factory, working long and hard hours. Due to his unquestionably positive attitude to the work, the boy was promoted quickly and was soon the factory’s Floor Manager. Although professionally the boy was excelling, outside of work he had little friends and kept himself to himself. Being much older now, the boy longed to have girlfriend and find the love he had seen in so many modern magazines and television programmes. At the factory there was an attractive young secretary of whom the boy liked, she spoke to him regularly unlike the other workers and he was sure she liked him back. Confused, he sat in the cafeteria at work one day and the girl walked in. She smiled at him warmly and came and sat down opposite him, sipping slowly at her frappaccino. The boy nervously shifted in his seat, it was the moment he had been waiting for. He took a neatly folded piece of paper from his back pocket and slid it across the table toward her. The girl looked at it and then back at the boy. They walked out of the cafeteria hand in hand. The End. |
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UPLOADING A NEWER VERSION WITH OUTRO, SHORTLY.
"Urth replied, "forgive me love
our playtime here was bliss
our hugging time was harmony
and though it will be missed
the mystery of what we are
is more than i can stand
but through my stories said and set
will i learn who i am.
i must let go and join my tales
and with this merging seal
a sacrifice so soon forgot
will make the stories real." "
Re-RECommendations albums is a good way to dig up RECords we like. An other way is to remix them. I wanted to do something with TaraMarie's "Life is But a Dream Dance" for a long time. I thought it would go perfectly with Metaphorest poem "twin" by wirrow. Hope it does TaraMarie's work justice and she'll get some extra hearts :-)
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The sky is filled with yesterday’s oceans; Clouds, fat like balloons, sink towards Our naked heads. Too close, and the mountains will prick Their tender shells And we will be left, waterlogged, In salt and drowning earth As the slate is wiped clean for Tomorrow’s footprints. |
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amferraro and i found the darkest, sketchiest alley we could and recorded this rendition of foreign sounds. we were only attacked once.
