Prompt from HSMSHS is Tuft
A bunch or collection of something, typically hair, grass or threads. Show us a tuft in your space today.
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Monday, 30 March 2009
Temperature
Prompt from HSMSHS is Temperature
The degree or intensity of heat. Show us your temperature today
Lyrics from Burning Love by Elvis
Girl girl girl, you've gone and set me on fire.
My brain is flaming.
I don't know which way to go.
Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
Ooh ooh ooh, I feel my temperature rising.
Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine
Burning burning burning, and nothing can cool me.
I just might turn into smoke, but I feel fine.
The degree or intensity of heat. Show us your temperature today
Lyrics from Burning Love by Elvis
Girl girl girl, you've gone and set me on fire.
My brain is flaming.
I don't know which way to go.
Your kisses lift me higher, like the sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky with burning love.
Ooh ooh ooh, I feel my temperature rising.
Help me, I'm flaming, I must be a hundred and nine
Burning burning burning, and nothing can cool me.
I just might turn into smoke, but I feel fine.
Friday, 27 March 2009
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Advert
Prompt from HSMSHS is Advert(isment)
A public announcement, in newspapers, posters or television, find 'Advert' in your space today.
Lyrics from So Misled by Duran Duran
Saw an advert in a magazine, safe it said,
With the satisfaction guaranteed to cool your head
I can't see the solution to this state of confusion
I should not be so misled
A public announcement, in newspapers, posters or television, find 'Advert' in your space today.
Lyrics from So Misled by Duran Duran
Saw an advert in a magazine, safe it said,
With the satisfaction guaranteed to cool your head
I can't see the solution to this state of confusion
I should not be so misled
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Monday, 23 March 2009
Fierce
Prompt from HSMSHS is Fierce
Hostile, angry or intense, show us 'Fierce' in your space today
Lyrics from Arabian Nights by Sarah Brightman
Wilderness to wilderness
I traveled from afar
On the soft wind of the Nadq came
Fragrance of Araar
Splendor of a thousand suns shone glory in my path
No love more pure and rage more fierce
Could still my beating heart
Hostile, angry or intense, show us 'Fierce' in your space today
Lyrics from Arabian Nights by Sarah Brightman
Wilderness to wilderness
I traveled from afar
On the soft wind of the Nadq came
Fragrance of Araar
Splendor of a thousand suns shone glory in my path
No love more pure and rage more fierce
Could still my beating heart
Friday, 20 March 2009
On Every Street
Prompt from HSMSHS is Street
A public road, usually lined with buildings. Find 'Street' in your space
Lyrics from On Every Street by Dire Straits
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
A public road, usually lined with buildings. Find 'Street' in your space
Lyrics from On Every Street by Dire Straits
There's gotta be a record of you someplace
You gotta be on somebody's books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks
The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And it's your face I'm looking for on every street
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Monday, 16 March 2009
Photohunt 153 : Four
At PhotoHunter the weeks theme is Four
Here is a four legged friend
Lyrics from Wasn't That A Party by Tom Paxton
Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party
Here is a four legged friend
Lyrics from Wasn't That A Party by Tom Paxton
Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Drink
Prompt from HSMSHS is Drink
Hot or cold, to consume and enjoy. Find 'drink' in your space
Lyrics from "All At Sea" by Jamie Cullum
I'm all at sea
Where no-one can bother me
I sleep by myself
I drink on my own
Don't speak to nobody
I gave away my phone
Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Hot or cold, to consume and enjoy. Find 'drink' in your space
Lyrics from "All At Sea" by Jamie Cullum
I'm all at sea
Where no-one can bother me
I sleep by myself
I drink on my own
Don't speak to nobody
I gave away my phone
Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul
Please just leave me right here on my own
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
PhotoHunt 152 Space
First time joining in at Photohunt where the theme for the week is Space
New intentions all around
Put the brakes on, slow it down
Trying to find a new release
Find a space that you can breath
New intentions all around
Put the brakes on, slow it down
Trying to find a new release
Find a space that you can breath
Monday, 9 March 2009
Consume
Todays prompt from HSMSHS is Consume
To eat, drink, use up, obsess, or expend. Find 'consume' in your space
Lyrics from Roots Of Love by David Gray
And its rainin' in my kitchen
A storm in my front room
The instructions don't say nothing
Just desire consume
And the stars are falling right into my eye
Might be built out of sand
But maybe baby it's paradise
To eat, drink, use up, obsess, or expend. Find 'consume' in your space
Lyrics from Roots Of Love by David Gray
And its rainin' in my kitchen
A storm in my front room
The instructions don't say nothing
Just desire consume
And the stars are falling right into my eye
Might be built out of sand
But maybe baby it's paradise
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Like A Beaten Up And Faded Photograph
Today's prompt from HSMSHS is Beaten
To be shaped or worn by force, or to lose in competitive play, show us Beaten in your space.
I can usually manage most of the daily prompts, but this one has..... got me beaten
Lyrics from Back In The Day by Ronan Keating
All of those things are in the past
Like a beaten up and faded photograph
Can’t remember your name,
Who are you again?
You’re history
To be shaped or worn by force, or to lose in competitive play, show us Beaten in your space.
I can usually manage most of the daily prompts, but this one has..... got me beaten
Lyrics from Back In The Day by Ronan Keating
All of those things are in the past
Like a beaten up and faded photograph
Can’t remember your name,
Who are you again?
You’re history
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
Contemplate
Prompt from HSMSHS is Contemplate
To think about intently and at length. Find 'contemplate' in your space
Lyrics from One Of My Turns by Pink Floyd
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch T. V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
To think about intently and at length. Find 'contemplate' in your space
Lyrics from One Of My Turns by Pink Floyd
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch T. V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Medicine
Today's prompt from HSMSHS is Medicine
The art of restoring and preserving health or substance taken internally to preserve health. Show us medicine in your space.
Lyrics from Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan
Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip capI
n the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
The art of restoring and preserving health or substance taken internally to preserve health. Show us medicine in your space.
Lyrics from Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan
Johny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip capI
n the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
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Sunday, 1 March 2009
Drawn Blank
Yesterday I was thrilled to be able to view a collection of artwork by Bob Dylan. The collection entitled "The Drawn Blank Series" are based on sketches and drawings made by Dylan while on the road from 1989 to 1992.
Gazing at Bob's paintings you are transported to another world, songs come to mind, and I felt privileged to have been able to step inside the life of a artist on tour. The painting are in mixed media, the colours are vivid, they depict the blankness of a life, of endless nondescript journeys, only punctuated by the sameness of empty hotel rooms, they are observational and notable for their rich colours and strong, dark lines.
I felt as if I had been on a journey with him which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Obviously there was a strict "No Photography" rule and obviously I obeyed it !
Heading out afterwards into the streets of Edinburgh, I felt like a tourist, happily snapping away and as usual took way too many pictures which are going to take me days to troll through. One thing I have noticed is that I appear to have a obsession with photographing peoples feet and stairs.
A Chinese meal
A stroll down Rose Street, famous for its' pubs
Some music
And finally back home, beyond weary, legless, maxed out on painkillers but with a happy glow and a contented feel.
Today, well lets just say I think someone has injected me with formaldehyde whilst at the same time dissecting my brain, hope they use me for research :) Was it worth it....YES
Gazing at Bob's paintings you are transported to another world, songs come to mind, and I felt privileged to have been able to step inside the life of a artist on tour. The painting are in mixed media, the colours are vivid, they depict the blankness of a life, of endless nondescript journeys, only punctuated by the sameness of empty hotel rooms, they are observational and notable for their rich colours and strong, dark lines.
I felt as if I had been on a journey with him which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Obviously there was a strict "No Photography" rule and obviously I obeyed it !
Heading out afterwards into the streets of Edinburgh, I felt like a tourist, happily snapping away and as usual took way too many pictures which are going to take me days to troll through. One thing I have noticed is that I appear to have a obsession with photographing peoples feet and stairs.
A Chinese meal
A stroll down Rose Street, famous for its' pubs
Some music
And finally back home, beyond weary, legless, maxed out on painkillers but with a happy glow and a contented feel.
Today, well lets just say I think someone has injected me with formaldehyde whilst at the same time dissecting my brain, hope they use me for research :) Was it worth it....YES
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