A world of stone

A sentimental journey; forgotten memories and SHOOT! how young i was on those photo's.

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Slow moving

I haven't painted for awhile and even not drawing also. That's not a good sign but i trust i soon will be able to create some new worlds. So because my lyrics are liked, i am brave enough to share another one with you.

SLOW MOVING

He fellt a terrible weakness
She moved in an intense way
The sky above was cloudless
Her eyes had too much to say

WHERE IS HE NOW?

She fellt the effect of the full moon
He looked at her too long
She showed him what's inside her mind
He couldn't believe what he saw

WHERE IS HE NOW?

She won't cry his name
But then he made no moves
She sank into her own little world
as if she hadn't been there

WHERE IS SHE NOW?

Lyrics

I used to sing in a band, years ago. I wrote the lyrics for our songs. I would like to share these lyrics with you. They are not very good in a poetical (and i think in a grammatical way) and sometimes i just used simple lines because i had to sing them. But it was a challenge to tell a story in short, simple lines. :-D I always tried to tell little stories, just like my drawings. So just for fun i'll share them with you. I am looking for a way to upload the music in my computer, so in time you also can hear what we did that time. If there are some huge grammatical or ugly faults in these lyrics don't be shy to point that out to me. I really will appreciate it.

The first lyric i wanna share with you could be a sister of my drawing The strange hours. I just noticed that they wonderfully fit together.

BRIGHT

She was so hot, so flushed

Dominated by impatience

It strongly took hold of her

She cannot explain why.

Like a priestess she looked

watching you with strange eyes

Inside her burned a bright fire

crackling wonderful hymns.

She was intense silent

Her hands were spread upon him

Moving slowly, moving down

Doing all kind of amazing things.

Blame me!

Blame me if you like

It gives me pleasure to warm you.

Go to sleep darling, sleep

i'll give you

ME

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Encouragement * Gluttonous desires

Her untamable soul
guided her to dark trails.
She was amazed about
her gluttonous desires.
But dreams can fail.
She'll play no longer
hide and seek.
The dreamer
brutally awakened.
And how she learned
that bleeding
accomplish growth.
That pain
allows her
to be her deepest self.

Mutilated thoughts

Soms kun je er zo naar verlangen.

Een HAPPY END.

Een lang gekoesterde wens

het wachten moe.

Elke keer weer

die m - o - e - i - z - a - m - e liefde.

Fataal beklemmend,

eindigend in pure frustratie.

De ene sigaret na de andere.

Een beschadigde huid,

verminkte gedachten.

Ik weet het niet....

Soms kun je er zó naar verlangen.

Sometimes you are craving it that much.

A HAPPY ENDING.
A cherished wish,

tired of waiting.

Again and again

this e - x - h - a - u - s - t - i - n - g love.

Fatally oppressing,

ending in pure frustration.

The one cigarette after another.

A damaged skin,

mutilated thoughts.

I don't know.....

Sometimes you are craving it thát much.

Taste

I taste the smell of death.

I hear the sound of violence.

I am dizzy, but i am not afraid.

Because i believe in love.

Don't i?

AM I BLEEDING?