Part One of Many.
This is just a little expression study I did last semester for homework of, yes, Pietro. Now that I look at it again, after a little time has passed, I'm not so sure I don't want to make his chin a little narrower. I still like the drawing as a whole, though.
Now I need to upload my more recent stuff...
"The Futile" by Say Anything
Shit!
Nothing makes sense, so I won't think about it. I'll go with the ignorance.
Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that's me.
I am full of indifference.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die)
and what do those hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so (the futile, the futile)
Taste. I have no taste.
I don't like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound,
sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic.
So go choke on your irony.
What do the old people teach us but how to die (die) die (die) die
and what do your hissy fits teach you except how to cry, pussy, cry?
Yeah the futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, it outweighs the beautiful.
Futile, the futile, the futile so
I'm eating rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
Tonight, rat poison for dinner.
Pull the cord from the phone. I am dining alone,
So goodnight.
Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it.
I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool.
I'm leaking the blood of a fool. (I'm full of it, I'm full of it, I'm full.)
Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight. Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight.
Oh I am dining alone.
Tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
... Don't ask.
Seriously, I just had to post this. It's too weird and funny. And to validate it being in this blog, I'm, um... sure that Pietro would find it funny too. Especially since he... uh, is secretly a ninja. Or something. *shifty-eyes*
"Growing Up (Falling Down)" by The Living End
I'm lying on my head
No I'm
I'm not in my bed
Just checkin' out the world
From a different angle
That's what happens when you trip
On your blindness always seems
For some reason
That it's happening to me
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Open up your eyes
And maybe then
You'll realise the truth is in
The thoughts you hold
And not the obstacle in front of you
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Falling down, Falling down, Falling down
Falling down, Falling down, Falling down
I'm lying on my head
No I'm
I'm not in my bed
Just checkin' out the world
From a different angle
That's what happens when you trip
On your blindness always seems
For some reason
That it's happening to me
Why is it so
And why don't I know
Why is it so
I can't see the obstacle
In front of me
The obstacle
In front of me
Christ, I'm falling down again
It happens to me now and then
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
I won't let it fade away
I promise to be strong and brave
I'm growing up, yeah
growing up, yeah
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
Falling down (growing up yeah)
I don't actually have the music for this one. If anyone else does and can kindly send me an MP3 I'd be forever grateful. ;) And I realize that Christmas has long since passed, but if you ignore that, it's actually rather fitting.
"Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
