morder el fuego • cesar y su jardín
Peter Solarz
AnasAbdin
todays bird
$LAYYYTER

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Product Placement
No title available
Three Goblin Art

Love Begins

Origami Around
Sade Olutola
hello vonnie
styofa doing anything
No title available
trying on a metaphor
RMH
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

roma★

oozey mess
art blog(derogatory)
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Brazil
seen from United Kingdom
seen from India
seen from Brazil
seen from Serbia

seen from Serbia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from United States
@omnichord
morder el fuego • cesar y su jardín
In the nursery Where ocean meets the shore In the place where we could meet You will be all alone
So as we angle to the new Tow on a thawing frontier Never a woman on the shore A witness or a love
I looked out for you But looking never meant less I could feel that you were gone And I despondent turned and left I reached out for you But reaching never meant less I could feel that you were gone And I despondent turned and left
So as we angle to the new Tow on a thawing frontier Never a woman on the shore A witness or a love
[Gibberish]
We looked out across the long horizon We looked in each other's eyes And realized that we are only one Through a moment we could glimpse an infinity And through an infinity we could see All in all is all we are
Malvina Reynolds| I Don't Mind Failing from Sings The Truth (1967)
I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Don't mind wearing the ragged britches, 'Cause those who succeed are the sons of bitches I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) I'll stay down here with the raggedy crew 'Cause getting up there means stepping on you I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Somebody else's measuring scale of Win or lose doesn't tell the tale so I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Somebody else's definition Isn't going to measure my soul's condition I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Never mind the custom suits The gentle hearts wear the dusty boots So I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Some people ride in a car so fine While others walk on a picket line So I don't mind failing in this world I don't mind failing in this world (x2) Don't mind wearing the ragged britches 'Cause those who succeed are the sons of bitches I don't mind failing in this world
Neko Case | At Last from Fox Confessor Brings The Flood (2006)
I can say that I've lived here in honor and danger But I'm just an animal and cannot explain a life Down this chain of days I wished to stay among my people Relation now means nothing Having chosen so defined And if death should smell my breathing As it pass beneath my window Let it lead me trembling, trembling I own every bell that tolls me
Vashti Bunyan | Train Song
traveling north, traveling north to find you train wheels beating, the wind in my eyes don't even know what i'll say when I find you call out your name, love, don't be surprised it's so many miles and so long since I've met you don't even know what I'll find when I get to you but suddenly now i know where i belong it's many hundred miles and it won't be long
in between two tall mountains there’s a place they call "lonesome" don’t see why they call it lonesome; i’m never lonesome when I go there! see that bird sittin’ on my windowsill? well, he’s sayin’ whip-poor-will all the night through see that brook runnin’ by my kitchen door? well, it couldn’t talk no more if it was you up that tree there’s sort of a squirrel thing; sounds just like we did when we were quarreling in the yard I keep a pig or two they drop in for dinner like you used to do i don’t stand in the need of company with everything i see talkin’ like you
and it rains here every day since i came and the lichen covers rocks and the green finds everything chimacum rain [...] in the soak of leaves and needle tufts and foam, in the grasses and the reeds and the spilling over stone chimacum rain [...] it kinda gets inside you the silences, i mean they kinda wrap around you and loosen everything chimacum rain
when you ate i saw your eyelashes saw them shake like wind on rushes in the corn field when she called me moths surround me, thought they'd drown me and i miss your precious heart (x2) dried rose petal, red brown circles framed your eyes and stained your knuckles (x2) and all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, water in but though i tried so hard, my little darling i couldn't keep the night from coming in and all those lonely nights down by the river i was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin now in the quiet hour when i am sleepin' i cannot keep the night from comin' in why've you gone away? gone away again i'll sleep through the rest of my days if you've gone away again i'll sleep through the rest of my days and i'll sleep through the rest of my days why've you gone away, away? seven suns, seven suns away, away, away, away can you hear me, will you listen? don't come near me, don't go missing! in the lissome light of evening help me, cosmia, i'm grieving and all those lonely nights down by the river brought me bread and water, water in but though i tried so hard, my little darling i couldn't keep the night from coming in and all those lonely nights down by the river i was brought my bread and water by the kith and the kin now in the quiet hour when i am sleepin' i cannot keep the night from comin' in beneath the porch light we've all been circling beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings but in the corner, something is happening wild cosmia, what have you seen? water were your limbs, and the fire was her hair and then the moonlight caught your eye and you rose through the air well, if you've seen true light, then this is my prayer: will you call me when you get there? and i miss your precious heart and miss, and miss, and miss (x2) and miss, and miss your heart but release your precious heart to its feast, for precious hearts
Julia Jacklin – Turn Me Down (Live on KEXP)
i'd like to go there sometime just to know what you're thinking i guess the choice now is mine hard to know where we've been and this motion is quickenin' and this motion is sickenin'
the squirrel is a funny thing carries a bushy tail he steals all the farmer's corn and husks it on the rail the raccoon's tail is ringed all round the possum's tail is bare the rabbit's got nothing for a tail but a little bunch of hair
i've had many conversations with fellow native american artists and musicians about their worries of not being traditional enough or attached to their heritage enough to seem legitimate. i've also had these fears and worries. but i think, at this point in history, we have to look at where we are. many native american tribes have been stripped of their original songs, their original languages, their original traditions, and those left have little resources to recover these and bring them back to life. so, i think it is important, along with trying to preserve as much tradition as possible-when possible, to start creating new traditions and new art and new standards for our indigenous people. as a choctaw, i've tried over the years to find out as much about our tribes traditional music as possible but because of the white-washing and christianization of our people after the trail of tears and settling of oklahoma, many of the only existing recorded songs are just christian hymns sung in the choctaw language. so i wanted to write a new traditional in the choctaw language. i wrote the words and dora wickson, a choctaw elder, helped me translate them and work on pronunciation. the words, roughly translated are "a red sky, a blue mountain. the dream that is real. born to change the world. and we did. but what have we done". i wanted to communicate the importance of caring for the earth. we used to be so connected to it, and so intuitive to its changes but now we are so disregarding and out of touch with it. the red sky, blue mountain part, is supposed to conjure an apocalyptic image, basically unnatural and completely changed from how it was originally. i wanted to keep it simple enough for others to learn with ease and also approachable enough to encourage other indigenous people to learn and interact with their culture in order to create new culture.
— Samantha Crain
Okla e maya momakma, tamaha chito okla imihaksi tuko i foni aiyokli ahoba hapiachi kiyo. Okla e maya momakma, napakanli, micha iti, micha nan vpi ahoba osh ohmi tamaha chito okla imihaksi tukon okla il vbachike. Yakni i natanna ibachvffa hosh okla il ilai achonli tuk. Hapi fiopa ya, shotik chinto okla il itibani tuk.
(When we remain, we will not be like the beautiful bones of a forgotten city. When we remain, we will be the flowers and the trees and the vines that overcome the forgotten city. We have woven ourselves into the cloth of the earth. We have mixed our breath into the expanding sky.)