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inlagt av den 2016.04.19, under bildserie, eget, foto, grafik/digitalt
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MODESTMOUSE|THEWORLDATLARGE [JUSTLIKEME]

inlagt av den 2016.03.12, under eget, inspiration, text, under arbete, video
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A extremely sad song.

Nothing is enough.
New thoughts.
New place.
New boy-or-girlfriend.
New income.
New drug.
New philosophy.
New books.
New favourite band. ;)
New favourite song. ;)
New favourite soccer team.
New favourite soccer player.

New favourite nothing.
New ending of that which was new.
New starting for finding the new new.

My thought were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thought were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thought were so loud.

New dream of entering art.
nev dree m of eNter-ing the art by Stan art by Stanley Donwood beneathnedan and n3ver __COme backk .an th are © sail to the moon

 
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INSP: RADIOHEAD – SPECTRE

inlagt av den 2016.02.18, under andras, inspiration, ljud
18:e

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THE COLLECTION OF ALL SIGHS IN ALL OF THE WORLD RIGHT NOW 151102 14:30

inlagt av den 2015.12.04, under andras, citat, fragment, inspiration, poesi, text
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Today I am so tired that I feel like I am made of sand and can be blown away any minute.

Google Translate:

Idag är jag så trött att jag känner att jag gjord av sand och kan blåsas bort någon minut.

Google Translate:

Aujourd’hui, je suis tellement fatigué que je me sens comme je suis fait de sable et peut être soufflé loin d’une minute.

Google Translate:

Heute bin ich so müde, dass ich das Gefühl, ich bin aus Sand und entfernt jede Minute eingeblasen werden.

Google Translate:

今日は私が砂で作られていますし、任意の分を吹き飛ばすことができるように私が感じるように疲れています。

***

When night came, we fell to a brooding quietude, eyeing each other with suspicion, inventing justifications for our dark feelings.

And when I looked, when people moved in front of the windows in the grey light, their shadows cast quickly clattering dark talons across the floor. This only became worse as the light faded.

I forbade them from moving, as it had become impossible to tell shadow from shadow. Or shadow from human.

The disaster was coming. That was clear.

There were shadows everywhere.

When I was at last alone, when the people were all gone, I waited for the disaster on my own.

On my own.

***

Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are you today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?
You got somme nerve coming here.
You got somme nerve coming here.
You stole it off give it back.
You stole it off give it back.
Good morning Mr Magpie,
how are you today?
You know you should but you
don’t…
You know you should but you
don’t…
Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.

Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.

Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.

None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.
I’m reeling with this feeling.
Where er’r the current flows.
Precious little time.
Distances and time.
The wind takes all the leaves.
And then it will take me.
The parts we have to play.
I cannot help but laugh.

It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.
The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling off a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit
’Just to feed your fast ballooning
head’.
”Listen to your heart!”
Good morning Mr Magpie, how
are we today?
Now you’ve stolen all my magic
and took my melody?

Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.
Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.

Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines.
None of this stuff is mine.
I throw my arms wide.
Open your heart and smile.
Don’t look so serious.
No need to pull that face.
Always I’m before you.
The cards that have been dealt out.
Moving out of orbit.
Turning in somersaults.
Ours not to reason why.

It’s like I’ve fallen out of bed from
a long and vivid dream.

The sweetest flowered fruits were
hanging from the trees.
Falling offf a giant bird that’s been
carrying me.

Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.
Just exactly as I remember.
Every word, every gesture.
I’ve my heart in my mouth.
Like I’ve fallen out of bed from a
long and vivid dream.

Finally I’m free of all the weight
I’ve been carrying…
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers.
All I want is the moon upon a
stick.
Just to see what is.
Just to see what if.
I can’t kick the habit.

’Just to feed your fast balloning
head.’
”Listen to your heart!”

UNHEIMLICH

inlagt av den 2015.11.28, under andras, citat, eget, helt jävla sjukt, inspiration
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THE BEAUTY, – THE TREES, A SQUIDS EYE

inlagt av den 2015.11.21, under andras, eget, foto, grafik/digitalt, inspiration
21:e

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Open our mouths wide.
A universal sigh.
”So why does this still hurt?”
Don’t blow your mind with why.
Why does this not add up?
Don’t let it blow your mind.

Across a great divide.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Jellyfish float by.
Your rules do not apply.
As open as the sky.
The holes we measure out.
It’s what keeps me alive.

Why does this not add up?
A spider to a fly.
A universal sigh.
A giant turtle’s eyes.
Don’t blow your mind with why.
The current’s just too strong.
Don’t let it blow your mind.
Across a great divide
The words between the lines

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RADIOHEAD VINYL AND DONWOOD ART

inlagt av den 2015.09.09, under andras, inspiration
09:e

 
I love these two tracks.
Side A: Supercollider. Side B: The Butcher.
Released on 12″ Vinyl for Record Store Day 2011 (16/04/11)
Limited to 2000 copies in the UK & Japan.
Both tracks play in this video done by
Zachariah Wildwood and Donald Twain.

 
Stanley Donwood:

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REMIX-A-RESHAPIN RADIOHEAD STUFF. LIMBO WORK-A-SPACE.

inlagt av den 2015.05.24, under andras, citat, eget, grafik/digitalt, inspiration, poesi, text
24:e

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”This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games. All games are basically hostile. Winners and losers. We see them all around us: the winners and the losers. The losers can often times become winners, and the winners can very easily become losers.”

William S. Burroughs wrote those words. My thought: IF I WIN THEN SOMEONE ELSE LOSES.

He says that our universe ”IS WAR”.

So,

so when our planet is saved, we sooner or later want to play again. And this, all this – starts again!

An intellectual or philosophical REBOOT of the human race will not happen, don’t you agree?

But I hear music. It enchants me. Lilacs.
I love this earth. I love this feeling. May it never disappear.

LOST IN THEM MAZES. HUNTING BEARS. THE DEMONS. RED SKY. WHITE MOUNTAIN.

inlagt av den 2015.05.23, under andras, inspiration, video
23:e

 
The Video: Thom Yorke soundtracks Stanley Donwood for ’The Panic Office’, a new exhibit in Sydney, Australia, that showcases the artwork of Stanley Donwood. The soundtrack is called ”Subterranea”.

INSP: STANLEY DONWOOD.

inlagt av den 2015.05.17, under andras, inspiration
17:e

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Wait for bus
Bus doesn’t come
Give up waiting
Walk away from bus stop
Uphill through interminable housing estate
Over first stile. Four horses galloping
Rain stops. Hot
Path skirts hilltop establishment encircled with razor wire and chainlink fencing
Warning CCTV In Operation
Derelict house in middle of field
Roofless. Ivy-covered
Windows smashed or bricked-up with grey breeze-blocks
Echoing shouts seem to come from it
Downhill steeply
Mud. Barbed wire and brambles. Slippery
Still very high up. A buzzard flies below me
No wind. Crows chatter in the woods
Sun comes out
Cut a walking stick from a hazel copse
Easier on the muddy slope
Down into a valley over a stream
Chickens and ducks pecking about
Muddy field below an old church
Water gurgling and pouring
A sheep bleats in the distance
The ducks are watching me
They’ve alerted some geese
They stare at me
Suspiciously? I know. I shouldn’t be here
Old stony cart-track between hedges alive with birds bursting out as I approach
Old-mans-beard garlanded with red berries
Something has changed. Evening is pulling down the sun
Walk back up to the hills
Stalk about in a lumped field covering an old village
Traffic noise carrying easily in the stillness
A plaque tells me that hundreds of people died here fighting each other
Three hundred and sixty years ago
Suddenly it turns very cold
Warning Security Guards On Patrol
Cow field. Smell of hay and cow shit
Muddy track down into valley

 
 
Txt and pics by Stanley Donwood.

BILDREMIX – VISUAL RELIEF/JAG

inlagt av den 2015.03.17, under andras, eget, foto, grafik/digitalt, inspiration, video
17:e

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Den avlånga bilden rakt ovanför är gjord av Per eller JohannesVisual Relief. Jag blev sugen att göra något av den så jag vek ihop den med lite transparens och la till en av mina egna bilder. Och sen lite efterarbete. Det blev bilden där längst upp i inlägget. Folk verkar gilla, vilket är kul.

Men det är ju så att jag inte kan komma bort från den konst Stanley Donwood och Thom Yorke gjorde till Radioheads skiva KID A. Den är alltid där:

 
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INSPIRATION: Stanley Donwood

inlagt av den 2011.03.02, under andras, inspiration
02:e

RADIOHEAD – THE KING OF LIMBS

inlagt av den 2011.02.14, under andras, inspiration
14:e

 
www.thekingoflimbs.com

TISDAGSINSPIRATION –

inlagt av den 2011.01.18, under andras, inspiration
18:e

STANLEY DONWOOD:

IAN FRANCIS:

MARK ROTHKO:

EXPERIMENT: inspirerad av Radiohead

inlagt av den 2010.12.05, under eget, foto, grafik/digitalt
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