Jul 28 2010

One More Cup Of Coffee – #37

Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don’t sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your daddy he’s an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He’ll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go.
To the valley below.

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You’ve never learned to read or write
There’s no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee ‘fore I go.
To the valley below.

This piece is based on One More Coffee by Bob Dylan. The White Stripes version is very good, and is actually the version I know better.

Photo credits:
BackgroundTimo Balk
Eyeshotsling
DoorBarbaraDin


Jul 27 2010

No Surprises – #36

A heart that’s full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won’t heal.
You look so tired-unhappy,
bring down the government,
they don’t, they don’t speak for us.
I’ll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
Silent, silence.

This is my final fit,
my final bellyache

with no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises,
no alarms and no surprises please.

Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden.

No alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises (get me outta here),
no alarms and no surprises, please.

This piece is inspired by the Radiohead song No Surprises. (the video is pretty crazy…great job of breath holding!) I really love this song.

Interpret this one how you will. :)

I tried for a bit of a Terry Gilliam feel with it.

Photo credits:
Flowerssandler klaver
MachineJascha Hoste


Jul 19 2010

Sketchbook Project – Nightmare

I’ve been a bit of a slacker the past few days/weeks. No posts…but I have been on vacation (still am).

I finally received my moleskin sketchbook for the Sketchbook Project. I haven’t quite decided if these “count” towards my total. I’m thinking they are their own separate beast, so I won’t be numbering them.

This is what I got in the mail. A moleskin sketchbook, and a “library card” – used to checkout sketchbooks at any of the various stops on the tour. The topic I picked was “Nightmare,” and the sketch at the top is my first one in the sketchbook. I’m not really sure what it is, but it kind of popped into my head. Just a quick little sketch to get started.


Jul 6 2010

Castles Made Of Sand – #35

Down the street you can hear her scream “you’re a disgrace”
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries “Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?”
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn’t speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

“You won’t hurt me no more.”
But then a sight she’d never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
“Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way”
And it really didn’t have to stop…it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea,
Eventually

The song is Castles Made Of Sand, by Jimi Hendrix. I’ve always liked this song, especially the last part and the chorus. I remember being at the beach as a kid (and as an adult) thinking if I built a big enough wall or a moat around the sand castle it could beat back the advancing tide.

Never works, does it?

Photo credits:
WheelchairJos van Galen
ShipGerhard Taatgen jr
Ship wingsJocilyn Pope
BackgroundThomas Debray