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Published: 2012-02-07 07:36:19 +0000 UTC; Views: 608; Favourites: 15; Downloads: 4
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So....I was tired of drawing, and began to turn my attention back to music...too long. Start over!.......Sunday morning, I was listening to punk rock music, and while doing so I brought out my sketchbook and Eyeore pencil. My hand did it's own thing while I listened. At first, just doodle, doodle, doodle, and then this. This really was a doodle, and then I just couldn't stop filling it in. I don't know if I have ever done this before, but now my mind is boiling with so many images, and must make them all happen.....So this little doodle was doodled while listening to this song. [link] , or a version of it. I prefer this one, but here is the full version. [link] I tip my head to the wonderful Greg Graffin and the rest of Bad Religion for such a beautiful song and such incredibly intelligent songwriting. I wonder if they had just been watching Ingmar Bergman's "Winter Light". But I bet five dollars american that they had. I may never know the truth. "Here's a story of an honest man losing religion/ Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation/ The while praying came a wicked inspiration/ Brothers, Sisters, this is what he said....."Related content
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This is a fantastic "doodle" (your words) but what a fine drawing (my words) it turned out to be!
For me, this looks like death is comforting this person, and he seems fine with it...perhaps welcoming it? But yet, there is a ray of sunlight or heavens above his head, where perhaps he feels would be the place his spirit ends up.
Wonderful piece!
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ah....
I wonder if I should burst that bubble.....
I love how you think about other's work, and how you see it.
I want you to keep what you have gleaned from this, regardless. That is YOUR experience.
Mine is as thus....
I had no vehicle, so I was riding the trolley to work. I was listening to Bad Religion, one of my favorite american punk rock bands. My doodle, and it WAS A DOODLE was literally the lyric I was listening to. I played it back again and again that day, because I love the song so much. This lyric stuck in my mind and in my hand...."dearest, in memorium, set phasers to stun, and grab yourself a neighbor's skeleton to lean upon. Did you know him in life? One filled with regret. So soon we all forget we ever met. Do you know my name? Sing a light refrain, for a man estranged, I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate...."
SO.....It was pretty literal, in actuality. Something I felt very strongly at the time, and still feel strongly....
The whole song reminds me of Bergman's "Winter Light", and the silence of god. But it is so much more personal to me.
Songs like this are so precious, because they express our deepest thoughts with another voice. That feeling to me is like magic, and almost gives me the opposite feeling that inspires what the song is about and why I love it so much.
In isolation, sometimes, when we are lucky, we find our voice, and find it is a chorus. We are never alone.
Anyway, that's my silly sad story, for what it is worth.
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Yes, it is sometimes the gift of lyrics that get sung over and over again in our heads, but for a reason...it's because they connect with us to perhaps an event or someone that is/was dear to us at some time, or now. I know exactly what you mean, when you say that these songs are so precious to us!
AND, sad story or not, it is worth it! We are never alone!!
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I do think I got the name of the video game wrong
I think it was Katamari....
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Not that this is important in any way.
Nor is this...
damn.
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Isn't that the beauty of lyrics?
First that comes to mind is the beautiful "Ain't No Sunshine" by Bill Withers.[link] Something about him, and I know It's HIM, draws me ever back. To listen again and again and again. Or Johnny Cash with "Give My Love To Rose". [link] . If you follow the first link, you will see that Bill had the coolest band that ever was! Some things just stick, and some people just stick. You just say to yourself "YES!" And then it is you as well. Like a video game I really love, in concept, but not in reality. Katami....just ruined my mind. If you have played it, then it makes sense, otherwise it is like you just roll up everything into a ball. And by that, I mean, everything!
Kind of brilliant, but not good for a head like I inhabit. In such odd excercises, I make beautiful life long friends, but I also fall in love, and I MEAN FALL IN LOVE with this.....[link]
Tom is the winner of blowing my mind every year, and always, always, always, on new year's eve!
This is, of course, sideways, and ebulant of my love of you,
my dear,
my friend,
My MY!
Truly.
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I love Bill Withers "Ain't No Sunshine", its magic and you sing along everytime..."I know, I know, I know...." 
You cannot imagine how I feel right now, after I read this, and for what you said to me...It is heartfelt and so beautiful, thank you my sweet friend
AOIAK, I love you
Bev
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Tom is a joy and a wonder to behold....he has his own story
There is a favorite Tom moment that you remind me of, and then his early tv appearances. The song is Lucky Day. The part is......"When I was a boy, my father would sit me on his knee. And he would tell me, he would tell me, he would tell me .......many things. And he told me, 'son, there are alot of things in this life you're gonna have no use for. And when you get blue, and you lose all your dreams, there's nothin' like a campfire and a can of beans!'"
All three of those songs are quite special for me.
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How wonderful, and special! Yes, I can imagine they are quite special for you 
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and you are special as well.
Very!
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I love the pencil lines in this.. The rough, edgy look of it all. The messy-ness, or sketchy-ness, gives it a kind of chaotic atmosphere. Awesome job!
Was just quickly going through my daily deviations from various artists and groups and this was one of few that I just had to stop and look at closer,
I love it! Quite original too (;
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Haha! This may be the one time that sketching with a wandering mind and a cheap pencil have served me well!! 
Thank you so much for such a kind comment.
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Of course! You deserve it
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I am really happy that you submit such a nice drawing...Thanks for sharing my dear friend
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Warts and all is the expression. I feel that everything is at all times a "work in progress". I am pleased that you like this one. It may not be refined or gentle, but the lack of any intention at the start makes me happy. I am happy to share with you.
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Δ±f the progress stops we are going to repeat ourselves always...If the reason of that happines is coming from my side I will be pleased very much
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yes. I have felt at times that I am finished. Done. I have learned all that I care to, and then there is something else. And that feeling, that pregnancy of time, gives me a push. It changes us, every new thing. It is what being alive is all about. There is always something waiting to teach us, to change us. And as we change, we become new. I must put a post it note on my wall to this effect. There is always something, and there is always change. The mystery of life is always waiting for those who are willing. And we must be willing.
I suspect many adventures yet to come!!!!
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So agree with you that we must carry the will inside of us to succeed something and rise up tΔ± a hΕgher level
Good night my dear friend and hope to see you soon again
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Yes. I can only agree. There is a will to create within us, and there is a will to share it. I think it part pathological, and partly humane. It is the best of us, and also a drug. We long for that dear inspiration, and when it hits us, heaven opens. That is very dramatic. But I myself love the three coffee days, and even better the five coffee days, when I cannot put down my tools, and when I have so much to do tomorrow. That is where I am lately. Inspired. And though I know it will fade, I am trying to enjoy it to it's fullest. Sorry for the self-absorbed monologue, but I love this space. With so much to do!! To inspire others to create, I feel, is the highest regard. And you inspire me. I thank you dearly for that. And no, I don't need another coffee. I am fine where I am.
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There is a snow storm outside and it is depressing me very much. I am sitting on the couch without doing anything....You can not know how many time I came here and read your comments. I wish to find something to force me to move.
I was waking up suddenly at my bed very early in the morning with a feeling that I am sleepy but no energy to sleep. I was afraid I will finish with that snow storm. It is snowing since 26 days my friend 
Finally I decided not to answer your note but just answer you by telling what I am feeling at the moment. I miss to chase a composition, to run after a single shot...I missed your words, warming my day and provocate me to answer very deeply...I will with you page soon. Forgive me because of my late responces
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Well, though I can't relate to snow storms, I can certainly relate to the listless feelings. I am lately finding my words come slowly, and my body just wants to sleep. Sorry if I haven't been around as much as I would like. I appreciate your honesty. Very much. I hope to provide you with words worthy of your kind messages soon. Be well, and more importantl, stay warm, my friend
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So happy with your warm wish my dear friend...I am not going to anywhere, I will stay with you here. Write me notes whenever you want and contains long messages or short notes...
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Thank you, Mona. Always feel a flush and a blush when you say such kind words
Forgive me if this expression doesn't translate right, but you have been killing it lately. Takes my breath away every time I see a new work of yours.
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my dear, you are such an amazing artist
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You know, of course that I feel the same way. I have lost some good friends here recently and I know that you are cherished. I wish your humility was better understood by those that struggle. I am lucky to know you, and I love your humanity. Your artwork moves me greatly. Be proud, my friend. You are an inspiration, an incredible artist, and a dear friend.
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