Still (59/365)

Still (59/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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Still blooming...

7 SECONDS - "Still On It"

i just can't stand around and play along like good dogs do
cause when i live the lie i know my time here is all through
we all try cutting corners
yeah we all prefer the ease
but i can't see above the fray when i'm down on my knees

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

i won't pretend to be some hardcore tough guy cause i'm not
but my strength comes from what's inside
my heart is all i've got
it may not be too thug-like and i may not win the fight
at least i'll know i've done my best and what i thought was right

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

woah! wooah! woah! wooah! woooah!!

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

don't worry, i'm still on it, on it
still strong and on it, on it
this song goes on and on and on

Bloomer (58/365)

Bloomer (58/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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We have some precocious blooms happening in the garden... hope that the upcoming cold snap doesn't decimate them.

LEMURIA - "Bloomer"

I don't count you as my first kiss
Although, I know it had influence
At the time I laughed and I thought it was fun
Now I realize how fucked up it was

I am not confident
That I could stop myself from killing
The man who forced me to bloom

Something about my naked body
It had potential but it wasn't ready
I was too young to not let it be fun
I was too young know it was smart

I am not confident
That I could stop myself from killing
The man who forced me to bloom

Now that I've grown up
I kiss my girl, I piss my height
A lot of crazy people
Have said a lot of great things
But no one will ever hear them
Early bloomer

Spine (57/365)

Spine (57/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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Ominous morning clouds make for a macabre yet lovely decoration for this tree's spine.

KNAPSACK - "Decorate The Spine"

God knows I know I'm not sure
But I'll decorate the spine for her
We're not who we might prefer
The motives move so self-asssured

They saddled around me
A black and empty hole
I'm fast and I'm friendly
I begged to reverse the roles, reverse the roles

God knows I know I'm not sure
But I'll decorate the spine for her
We're not who we might prefer
The motives move so self-asssured

They're tearing the bark off, it was already torn
They lie with their hearts crossed
With words that were one
They're broken and breathless
They fall through these folds
We're hopelessly helpless
They begged to reverse the roles, reverse the roles

God knows I know I'm not sure
But I'll decorate the spine for her
We're not who we might prefer
The motives move so self-asssured

Crown (56/365)

Crown (56/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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I love the crown of this tree - it's home to me.

JETS TO BRAZIL - "Crown Of The Valley"

we are the high street service trays
coming to take you away
pasadena 1968
with speed on your breakfast plate
aunt cancer calls them happy pills
they keep her calm and cool until he leaves
the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh
white tennis skirt so high
the eyes of mine are new and kind
but the hair's not grey, it's white
and grandfather's an ascot noose
can't tie the tassels on his shoes
leave me
these are the red-eyed politics
the cocktail revisionists
war room rules: no wives or kids
here men sing the boy in them
the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn
the valley hunt militiamen, all gone
thought we had the lock in '54
now the maid owns the house next door
and what's more
swims in the pool she used to clean
our new king looks like a queen
leave me
oh god stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
it's the only thing that's halfway mine
and not for your prying and lying eyes
the empire's melting like ice cream
on the altar of the sun
this skin we've stretched for centuries
it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me

Home (55/365)

Home (55/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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Grateful for the best home and those people and critters who make it so.

FRANK TURNER - "To Take You Home"

I come from the land of the Wessex down
From the Hampshire hills near Winchester town
In the country where the soft South rivers flow down
To English channel I roam, this is where I call home
I sing for my supper and I'm pretty well fed
My cross is silent and I make my bed
Where I can find a crown and somewhere to lay my head
And the travelling day is done, and all my songs have been sung

But honey I was lonely on the road, I was all on my own
Hanging outside at the back of a death metal show
I saw you standing there with your hair down low
A kink in your step that made me want to know
If you would like to take me home
Who'd of thought that a French kiss from a Parisian girl
could capture an English boy

She comes from the channels of a distant shore
From the land of revolution and Agincourt
From the Kings blood stain on a tricolour
And the culture a little too high, for an English boy like me
She doesn't know the Island I grew up upon
The valleys and the hills that I've roamed along
And she doesn't like my clothes and she doesn't like my songs
But she's still my Mademoiselle and it goes to show you never can tell.

Cos she was a quiet one
She was a shy one
She was the prettiest at the show
She crept up so slowly
She crept up behind me
But still she pretended that she didn't know
But all that she thinks of me, and she kissed me
And she's yet to let me go though I'm far away
Across of sea I'm singing for the hope that she would ever remember me

So honey when you're lonely on the road, you're all on your own
Hanging outside at the back of the country show
Picture me there with hat down low
A smile upon my face to let you know
That I would like to take you home
That I would like to take you home, to the hills that I know
I would like to take you home, to the places I go
I would like to take you home
And that's the way that a French kiss from an English boy
can capture a Parisian girl

Permanent Makeup @ New World 2.23.13

Permanent Makeup @ New World 2.23.13, a set on Flickr.

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Permanent Makeup rock their record release at New World Brewery, Ybor City, Tampa, FL - February 23, 2013.

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Early Forms @ New World 2.23.13

Early Forms @ New World 2.23.13, a set on Flickr.

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Early Forms rock their record release at New World Brewery, Ybor City, Tampa, FL - February 23, 2013.

Note: Please share, download and use these photos for non-commercial purposes but be sure to abide by the creative commons license by crediting the photos to Nicole Kibert / www.elawgrrl.com and if using online, add a link back to this page or to www.elawgrrl.com. This license does not permit commercial use. Thanks.