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Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View PostLost World
I walk down halls of darkness
In a world of empty lives
I walk down paths of helplessness
In a world of endless lies
I talk to those who do not listen
In a world they try to reign
I talk to those who are forgotten
In a world they cannot change
I’ll collect souls for cleansing
In a world of deep despair
I’ll collect souls for mending
In a world of endless dare
I see evil thriving
In a world lost in tears
I see justice dying
In a world locked in fear
I hear sinful laughter
In a world of dreadful fools
I hear unanswered prayers
In a world of rancid gruel
I’ll collect souls for cleansing
In a world of deep despair
I’ll collect souls for mending
In a world of endless dare
I know not when it will end
It’s too hard to tell
I know not how it will end
It’s a living Hell
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Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View PostJourney to the Troubadour
No lights on the horizon, hot desert air
Crossing this land, without a care
We exit the highway, just north of nowhere
To the right is eternity, to the left is despair
The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
We're just trying to survive, as we move along
The lady was tall, with long black hair
Her face was grey, from the smoke in the air
Her mynah bird sat screeching, strange words in the night
“White spots on my wings, yellow wattle for hair”
“What will happen to me, when I fly through the air?”
She said this was common, to hear such a rage
She said the bird was blind and couldn’t fly anyway
We paid for our gas, and were on our way
300 miles to go, and we’d be in LA
The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
We're just trying to survive, as we move along
We sped down the highway, found a place to stay
The owner smelled of whisky and showed us the way
The casitas were dusty, the linens were bare
He said not to worry, the maid would be there
An old lady came and cleaned up the room
We asked for clean sheets and she said, “It’s too soon,
Besides, they’re only changed in every other room”
She said she had friends and we could party all night
We told her, “No thanks” we’d be all right
The journey’s been long, and much to our dismay
We’ve been working for years, for so little pay
Our lives are empty, like the words in this song
We're just trying to survive, as we move along
After sleeping for a three hours, we got back on the road
Avoiding the desert heat, that we’d come to know
The bright lights of LA appeared through the haze
This time we knew, we were on our way
Doug had made us an offer, so we decided to go
The long trip would be worth it, or so we were told
The West Hollywood traffic was moving along well,
The bright lights on Santa Monica Blvd, casting their spell
We pulled up to where many had been before, we were finally at the Troubadour
Doug greeted us at the door and said with a smile, “Come on in, and play for a while”
The journey’s been long, and with all certainty
We know we took the right turn to eternity
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Originally posted by F Spider View PostI have an architect-friend-turned-writer, that has an endless supply of them
Keep them coming! And I also love this one that Hans posted:Attached FilesScott
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OK....Rijk
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Originally posted by Scott Triplitt View PostHi AMZAMZ & F Spider,
Thanks for moving my "pieces of work" to an appropriate venue. And I love the "homework" pic. It is classic!
I'll always remember
The first time I said
If I ever fall in love
I'd rather think of dying instead
And I'll always remember
The first time you tried
Tearing our love apart
Throwing your ring aside
And now you tell me
You love him too
Your unfaithful love
Is all he'll ever get from you
And the last time I saw you
I said we were through
I'll die a million deaths
Before going back to you
So now you've come back
You say you've have changed
You'll make it up to me
In all your loving ways
But I know you too well
So go your own way
And when running back to him
Wipe those little tears away
I'll always remember
The first time
Oh, darling
I'll always remember
The first timeScott
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Epic Lyrics
This is where my life began.
"Strangers waiting
Up and down the boulevard
For a smile they can share the night"
Journey's "Don't Stop Believing"!
Would give anything, "To roll the dice just one more time".
https://youtu.be/KCy7lLQwToILast edited by F Spider; 02-04-2022, 15:07.Scott
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The Essence of Architecture
Although this is a quote from Ryan Heffington concerning the music video he choreographed for "Chandelier", performed by Sia, it expresses everything that should be considered in the creation of architectural structures and the elements that interact with and hence, embodies them.
Referring to the architectural elements in the video Ryan said, "Early on I requested the architectural detailing of the character's living space and what furniture would inhabit it. Like any of our dwellings we spend an absorbent amount of time in, all material components becomes part of the physical dialogue between us and these objects - walls, furniture, hallways. Although muddled in color and sparse in content, it was a choice to have the environment be rich in means of activity for the character. How often do children find a pile of dirt and a hose the most enthralling playmates? Yes, she may be isolated from other humans or environments, but seemingly rich in imagination with the ability to utilize fantasy to entertain herself via exploring new physical conversations with what simply existed before her eyes."
No need to see the video or its musical contents; we just need to remember that which simply exists before our eyes is the essence of life.Last edited by F Spider; 02-04-2022, 15:07.Scott
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This Time of Year
This time of year back in 1965, I read Washington Irving's short story, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." With Halloween just around the corner, the story seems so timely, as does its relationship to the Dutch, who have left an amazing impression upon civilization and the World. From Wikipedia, here is the essence of the story, stretching from the 1790's in upstate New York to those who ride their Spyker chariots through that beautiful countryside today. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_..._Sleepy_HollowLast edited by F Spider; 02-04-2022, 15:07.Scott
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