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Almost
birds. flight. points of view. trees. mary jane. molly. jack. poison. advertisements. art. creation. relativity. space. women. tragedy. fables. choice. fathers. ideas. philosophy. love. revolution. freedom. nature. species. consciousness. sleep. light. rainbows.
timelines. words. stillness. dreams. and the word almost.
timelines. words. stillness. dreams. and the word almost.
M
M is for the mysteries in existence.
M is for the moods we experience.
M is for the myths after surprise.
more M to soon arise.
like the sun the next chapter blinds
it comes around as a constant remind
of birds chirping tunes of things that exist
likes of which mortal hands can't grip
moments vibrate front of face
little does one know how things take place
to infinity and beyond the smallest connections
are really just another drawn out reflection
the artist urges the viewer to perceive the complexity of subjects deeper than the understanding of words by definition. to be more conscious of things in essence more pure to self. to intangibly grasp the feeling and just feel in silence.
in truth, i'd never known such beauty
that could bring so much through me
not just style and grace, but something more
that moves creativity place to place
so we invent things liken to fix
time, space and emotions to stick
to do what we feel in different capacity
making most of human tragedy
what's the excuse for a muse ever the question
some things we just don't know -the great life lesson
the color the sound the emotion defined
explained to those thoughtful and blind
past the manifestation of obsession
draws a religious collection praising nothing
but something to admire and imagine
aside from developing one approach and tapping into different projects, the artist inverts and experiments with different methodology upon one single focus, the muse.
M is for the moods we experience.
M is for the myths after surprise.
more M to soon arise.
like the sun the next chapter blinds
it comes around as a constant remind
of birds chirping tunes of things that exist
likes of which mortal hands can't grip
moments vibrate front of face
little does one know how things take place
to infinity and beyond the smallest connections
are really just another drawn out reflection
the artist urges the viewer to perceive the complexity of subjects deeper than the understanding of words by definition. to be more conscious of things in essence more pure to self. to intangibly grasp the feeling and just feel in silence.
in truth, i'd never known such beauty
that could bring so much through me
not just style and grace, but something more
that moves creativity place to place
so we invent things liken to fix
time, space and emotions to stick
to do what we feel in different capacity
making most of human tragedy
what's the excuse for a muse ever the question
some things we just don't know -the great life lesson
the color the sound the emotion defined
explained to those thoughtful and blind
past the manifestation of obsession
draws a religious collection praising nothing
but something to admire and imagine
aside from developing one approach and tapping into different projects, the artist inverts and experiments with different methodology upon one single focus, the muse.
Pieces of ...
Via www.deathcabforcutie.com/news
07.26.10
Hollywood Bowl "Transatlanticism" Finale: Video Compilation
A number of fan-made videos popped up on YouTube following Death Cab for Cutie's performance with The L.A. Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl last year. YouTube user CptGabok took a handful of those videos and put them together to make this awesome compilation of the "Transatlanticism" finale!
some footage i had taken is included in this beautifully edited recreation of time.
07.26.10
Hollywood Bowl "Transatlanticism" Finale: Video Compilation
A number of fan-made videos popped up on YouTube following Death Cab for Cutie's performance with The L.A. Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl last year. YouTube user CptGabok took a handful of those videos and put them together to make this awesome compilation of the "Transatlanticism" finale!
some footage i had taken is included in this beautifully edited recreation of time.
Eyes Set Sail
i want to hear what you have to say. i'm interested. tell me all the smallest details that will make me fall in love with you. then do that thing you do with your eyes and the fringes of the bangs that fall scattered between those dark eye lashes and eyebrows neatly tried and full. i want to hear about the women in third world countries you met on your summer help tour that looked to you so motherly to teach them of your wisdom and compassion. you tell me you felt sorry for them for how beautiful they were. they are a little naive yet humble and still courageous to nature. most importantly, they respected you. this is when i feel your deep connection with things in bigger senses.
i want you to tell me about who you met in the waiting room of the auto center as you passed time for your oil change. it's always someone old and alone. even if it was interesting, you kept picking their memories making them shovel heaps of details and feelings ever producing the greatest of story tellers. you don't, but i know, they leave with their day made a bit brighter because of you. and you never have to say much.
you dress weird. i never know what's next and those colors, i didn't think would ever go together. you wake up in time periods and i enjoy it. it's funny how you always end up the same person. and i have a little secret. those colors don't go together at all, but you get away with it and everyone loves you. that makes me hate you a little bit. because i know.
soon, you tell me about how things became a mess and how you feel stuck. you complain about your job. it gets moodier, and as you go on, i wish i had been there when you were to help you along. the cracks on the corners of your lips will rise and you begin enthusiastically about your next new adventure and how all you need is a little time. but who's counting? you invite me with you as you glance your head towards my direction. i will sit there dumbfound not at the fact that you said that as conversation filler or were tired of talking and wanted a verbal relay baton to transition, but that it actually spills out of your mouth.
we will have spoken too long and are tired, but always propose each other to a home movie and we both say yes for our own good.
but i never hear what i want to hear and you never tell me these things.
so i start to stare into her eyes. i look for some spark of life that i can connect with and i can't find it. she resonates her own light, but it's me that doesn't see the depth and my eyes become those ocean eyes.
i want you to tell me about who you met in the waiting room of the auto center as you passed time for your oil change. it's always someone old and alone. even if it was interesting, you kept picking their memories making them shovel heaps of details and feelings ever producing the greatest of story tellers. you don't, but i know, they leave with their day made a bit brighter because of you. and you never have to say much.
you dress weird. i never know what's next and those colors, i didn't think would ever go together. you wake up in time periods and i enjoy it. it's funny how you always end up the same person. and i have a little secret. those colors don't go together at all, but you get away with it and everyone loves you. that makes me hate you a little bit. because i know.
soon, you tell me about how things became a mess and how you feel stuck. you complain about your job. it gets moodier, and as you go on, i wish i had been there when you were to help you along. the cracks on the corners of your lips will rise and you begin enthusiastically about your next new adventure and how all you need is a little time. but who's counting? you invite me with you as you glance your head towards my direction. i will sit there dumbfound not at the fact that you said that as conversation filler or were tired of talking and wanted a verbal relay baton to transition, but that it actually spills out of your mouth.
we will have spoken too long and are tired, but always propose each other to a home movie and we both say yes for our own good.
but i never hear what i want to hear and you never tell me these things.
so i start to stare into her eyes. i look for some spark of life that i can connect with and i can't find it. she resonates her own light, but it's me that doesn't see the depth and my eyes become those ocean eyes.
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