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(I know this looks like a sad attempt to rip off you-know-whose style. It's not meant to be anything like that. I love her work and she's of my highest art gods but I'd never purposely try to copy her. Plus, I'm not half the artist she is.)

I've been listening to Dead Soul Tribe's album A Murder of Crows too much in the last few days. (-->one of my previous jorunal entries).

This (erm... half-assed looking) picture was inspired by:

The Messenger

We're leaving tomorrow
We'll travel on through the morning light
Leaving in sorrow
Carrying something that must get through

So many waiting
To hear the news that I have for you
Won't be relating
Though it is something that you once knew

If I tell you I'm not afraid
I'd be lying to you
Peace from inside
That I'm trying to get to
The warmth of an infinite sun
Will be lighting my way
Let in the light
And the dark leaves you

I'm gonna let it be known
I'm gonna let it be shown
I'm gonna set it free
Come tomorrow
I'll be on my way

We're grieving tomorrow
Leaving our home for the circus life
It has to mean something
Could never mean more than its sacrifice

So many wondering
Why we have come from so far away
Only to bring you something
Something already inside of you

The heart is the temple of feeling
The mind is the cage of the soul
The people are blind
That you follow behind
Leading you over the edge
And into the hole

Singing tomorrow
The unholy verse of this threnody
Ringing in sorrow
Bells of the new fallen sacrilege

We're bringing tomorrow
News of the world from a second sight
The pounding of hooves and black wings
Burden the beast of our own device

Description
(I know this looks like a sad attempt to rip off you-know-whose style. It's not meant to be anything like that. I love her work and she's of my highest art gods but I'd never purposely try to copy her. Plus, I'm not half the artist she is.)

I've been listening to Dead Soul Tribe's album A Murder of Crows too much in the last few days. (-->one of my previous jorunal entries).

This (erm... half-assed looking) picture was inspired by:

The Messenger

We're leaving tomorrow
We'll travel on through the morning light
Leaving in sorrow
Carrying something that must get through

So many waiting
To hear the news that I have for you
Won't be relating
Though it is something that you once knew

If I tell you I'm not afraid
I'd be lying to you
Peace from inside
That I'm trying to get to
The warmth of an infinite sun
Will be lighting my way
Let in the light
And the dark leaves you

I'm gonna let it be known
I'm gonna let it be shown
I'm gonna set it free
Come tomorrow
I'll be on my way

We're grieving tomorrow
Leaving our home for the circus life
It has to mean something
Could never mean more than its sacrifice

So many wondering
Why we have come from so far away
Only to bring you something
Something already inside of you

The heart is the temple of feeling
The mind is the cage of the soul
The people are blind
That you follow behind
Leading you over the edge
And into the hole

Singing tomorrow
The unholy verse of this threnody
Ringing in sorrow
Bells of the new fallen sacrilege

We're bringing tomorrow
News of the world from a second sight
The pounding of hooves and black wings
Burden the beast of our own device