Ok I have a question. What is art? Each person sees art differently. This was photo manipulation. I think of it as art…But I know others will not. When you are looking at creating you need to answer that question for yourself. What do you consider art? It will make creation flow easier if you have the answer.
Lyrics – That’s just what they told me You could be a patriot Don’t you love your country? Don’t you wanna die for it? How could they enlist me? I was only seventeen It’s better to be thankful Than challenge their authority This is how the world is This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence They gave me a machine gun But I don’t wanna hurt no one There’s nothing here to fight for This is someone else’s war That’s just what they told me Son, you could be a patriot Defender of your country Protector of the innocent We’ll beat ’em with a clenched fist By order of your government They said we were the good guys But what if we’re the terrorists? This is how the world is This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence They gave me a machine gun But I don’t wanna hurt no one There’s nothing here to fight for This is someone else’s war This is how the world ends This is how they suck you in Manipulate the broken To suffer every consequence I’m only a statistic And no one even gives a shit The treatment for my shell shock Yeah, they won’t even pay for it I fired that machine gun I never meant to hurt no one And as my friends and foes bleed We satisfy a rich man’s greed Maybe I don’t know a damn thing I’ve never been through anything This is all I can be A voice for someone else’s grief He fired that machine gun She never meant to hurt no one ‘Cause once you leave a headstone You never really make it home
My 2 Cents- This song feels appropriate due to world events. There will always be war, a fact that breaks my pacifistic heart. The soldiers are not to blame for the war, they are just another victim. And I want to cry at the helplessness the whole thing brings. So I will scream that I want peace…I will cry for the lost. And I will hope that the politicians someday hear us.,
I got a new sketchbook today. I asked my girl what I should draw to break it in. She said to draw shorts. Her reason? Shorts are a type of pants…and pants are the way of the future and that it would be a good start to a sketchbook.,…
My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom” The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That’s a fine-looking high horse What you got in the stable? We’ve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My 2 Cents- this song speaks to me on so many levels. Sex can be both shameful and uplifting depending on the situation. It has been both for me on more than one occasion. I feel like that is what this song is talking about…that moment when sex is everything.
Lyrics I’m sitting on the floor of my home Burning everything that I own Guess I ruined something good again My life is just a fucked up freak show It’s the only thing that I know And I hope it never ever ends Everybody tells me I need fixing I think that they don’t know what they’re missing, trust me That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise I spiral in self-deprecation, pity party celebration Never seeing things for what they are And sadness tеases my temptation, coming off my medication Evеrything you need to be a star Everybody tells me I need fixing I think that they don’t know what they’re missing, trust me That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise It’s just another day, I know that it won’t change It’s just another day, it’s just another day It’s just another day, you’ll find another way It’s just another day, it’s just another day That’s just life, kicks you down the harder you fight It laughs ’til you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise That’s just life, kicks you down whenever you try It laughs when you cry And keeps on moving ’til you die It’s okay, it’s alright It’s just another day in paradise
My 2 Cents- this song is the second song I have heard with the same title. While I enjoy Phil Collins song, this song seems like it fits me better. I have felt like this on more than one occasion.
Landscapes are fun to do. The trick with landscapes is setting a natural horizon. This is the part where the sky and the land separate. Too many try to make it an even line. Horizons are not straight in nature. There should be a curve. Even slightly
Lyrics She wants to know the names of the games he plays He wants the names of the players in the game to change He’s young in years but wise in wonderful ways Her faith in love is better on sunny days City grown willow, unchain your pillow Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart He stokes the flames ’cause he is amused by the glow She’d rather feel all of its warmth than watch the show Holding the answer, he dances for the one he knows His faith in love will last through wind, rain, and snow City grown willow, unchain your pillow Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart All they want is forever, and All they need is for Their time together To be free So city grown willow, unchain your pillow Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart Let the man from the mountains run away with your heart
My 2 Cents- Some songs I want to share because they are so beautiful, even if I have nothing to say about them. This is one of those. I am a supernatural fan…and Jensen has a gorgeous voice. This is a good song,
This is the first thing that I ever learned how to draw. It is a pup. My mom showed me how to draw this when I was a little girl. I never believed that I could draw because this was the only thing I knew how to draw, then my daughter was born. She had an interest and a talent for art, so I drew with her. It gave me the confidence to try again.
Confidence is a lot of art. Art without confidence is self-torture. I have found with art that practice helps. I have been improving as I continue to practice. I have very little of what I think of as talent, Instead, I think of my art as a skill. Because without practice I would not have gotten to the point I have reached. What do you create? What is your art? This can be multiple things.
I gotta know that your heart beats fast and I gotta know I’m the only one for you What have I become? I’m a fucking monster When all I wanted was something beautiful My love too much Your love not enough My love too much Your love Oh, what it takes out of me to lay by your side Oh, well it aches and it aches You make me wanna die I gotta kill you my love I gotta kill you my love Oh, what it takes out of me to lay by your side You said forever, now you look right through me You said forever, did your words fall short like you? What have I done? I’m a fucking monster When all I wanted was something beautiful My love too much Your love not enough My love too much Your love Oh, what it takes out of me to lay by your side Oh, well it aches and it aches You make me wanna die I gotta kill you my love I gotta kill you my love Oh, what it takes out of me to lay by your side My love too much Your love not enough My love too much Your love
My 2 Cents- There is a lot of things that can make someone feel like they are to blame for relationship failings. This song makes me feel like I am not alone. I have been dealing with personality changes in the man I love due to brain abnormalities…and It makes me feel like a monster that sometimes I don’t love the person he has become. Sometimes when life changes those we love sitting there wondering if we can handle it is normal, even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Okay, I have been sharing my art on Wednesday and making it wordless… But Words are what I do best. It had been bothering me. I do art in so many different mediums. I actually enjoy talking about it. I don’t plan to share art every week. Some weeks I just want to discuss technique and such. Or share links to art that I found online and love. This gives me a platform that I am not wordless. I have lost my voice in the past and with it my power. I hate being powerless. Art is not about being powerless. Art is an expression of self. There is no greater power than being yourself. So, Let’s learn about art and share the journey of the artist together. Join me and share who you are as well.