Everyday, by Carly Comando. Seriously. I love this song.
I have the sheet music now, and I am going to start on this bad boy tomorrow. I think if you have any kind of media presentation, slide show, animation, anything, set to this music will seem somehow larger, more meaningful, and dare I say, epic? Ok, maybe not quite, but it's still awesome.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Art #14
The Laundry Gnomes by RYE-BREAD is just awesome. I'm lovin the muted colors and the half tone shading. I don't know, there are so many good images from his gallery, but I really do love this one.
I want one to do my laundry *shifts eyes away from the ever growing pile in the corner, possibly ready to grow legs and walk away*
I want one to do my laundry *shifts eyes away from the ever growing pile in the corner, possibly ready to grow legs and walk away*
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Poem #1
I read this poem today. It's also a song. I only knew the tune and the "Maggie" part, but never knew the words. I admit, I burst into tears. There's something so simple and honest, so heartwarming and heartbreaking about them. So I decided to look up the origins of the poem, and this is what I found:
The author fell in love and his fiancee, Maggie contracted TB. During a time when she was very ill, he went to the top of a hill, looked down below at what he saw, and wrote this poem. He and Maggie were married in 1864, and she died less than a year later.
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie
And join in the songs that were sung
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young.
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young.
When You and I were Young, by George Washington Johnson, 1864
The author fell in love and his fiancee, Maggie contracted TB. During a time when she was very ill, he went to the top of a hill, looked down below at what he saw, and wrote this poem. He and Maggie were married in 1864, and she died less than a year later.
I wandered today to the hill, Maggie
To watch the scene below
The creek and the rusty old mill, Maggie
Where we sat in the long, long ago.
The green grove is gone from the hill, Maggie
Where first the daisies sprung
The old rusty mill is still, Maggie
Since you and I were young.
A city so silent and lone, Maggie
Where the young and the gay and the best
In polished white mansion of stone, Maggie
Have each found a place of rest
Is built where the birds used to play, Maggie
And join in the songs that were sung
For we sang just as gay as they, Maggie
When you and I were young.
They say I am feeble with age, Maggie
My steps are less sprightly than then
My face is a well written page, Maggie
But time alone was the pen.
They say we are aged and grey, Maggie
As spray by the white breakers flung
But to me you're as fair as you were, Maggie
When you and I were young.
And now we are aged and grey, Maggie
The trials of life nearly done
Let us sing of the days that are gone, Maggie
When you and I were young.
When You and I were Young, by George Washington Johnson, 1864
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Art #13
Twin Pears House by Cristalart is so quaint and inventive. There's even smoke coming out of the chimney! Now I'm off to wonder what kind of inhabitants would live in those fruity houses.
Lyrics #6
And the days like this make me miss those summer evenings
We were younger then
And everything was easy
I just want them back
But you can't relive the past
I will never them back again
But I'm alright with that
Those lonely days have gone away
And carried with them all the memories
I am starting over
And I just realized that the world is starting over with me
Sunny Afternoons by Chase Coy
We were younger then
And everything was easy
I just want them back
But you can't relive the past
I will never them back again
But I'm alright with that
Those lonely days have gone away
And carried with them all the memories
I am starting over
And I just realized that the world is starting over with me
Sunny Afternoons by Chase Coy
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Music Video #5
I have loved this song for a long time, and I play it on the piano whenever I really want to sing out. It always seems to get my creativity flowing, even though I've been playing and singing it for over a year and a half. I'm not sure why that is, but it's a wonderful song. Plus, the music video is great.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Art #12
Sorry I haven't posted here in a little while. I've been under the weather. Also, I kept trying to find a quote, or something else to put up besides art and music. I would ideally like this blog to be more well rounded, but art and music are my main inspirations. So I have to apologize for the art and music overload, but from now on I'm going to post whatever inspires me, even if that means 75% art and music.
I found this photograph this morning, and I am just in love. The Forgotten by pagihari is pure poetry.
I found this photograph this morning, and I am just in love. The Forgotten by pagihari is pure poetry.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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