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Been working on new music quietly and studiously all Summer. So close to sharing it with the world. Nervous but elated. Never let the monotony of day-day grind or the hardship of rejection (‘momentary denials’ I call them) cause you embarrassment or fear to the point that you halt your creativity. I feel so lucky to be making music with talented people & even luckier to share it with you all. Photo by Skye Portman
Aug 29, 2014 / 7 notes

Been working on new music quietly and studiously all Summer. So close to sharing it with the world. Nervous but elated. Never let the monotony of day-day grind or the hardship of rejection (‘momentary denials’ I call them) cause you embarrassment or fear to the point that you halt your creativity. I feel so lucky to be making music with talented people & even luckier to share it with you all. Photo by Skye Portman

Festival ballers
Aug 24, 2014 / 23 notes

Festival ballers

Aug 24, 2014 / 5 notes

Whoooooa

If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t define me. If it does happen, it doesn’t define me, regardless of how things end, I’m good. I’ve already won- BB
This is definitely resonating with me
Aug 22, 2014 / 3 notes
Aug 21, 2014 / 1 note

Flashback to shooting All These Days last summer with the good folk of London!

Aug 21, 2014 / 6 notes

stretch

That *sick to the pit of your stomach* feeling….when you know you’re not going to see someone for a really long time. Yeah… that… :-( I guess this is the slight crack in our hearts that breaks open when we leave. Still, I cannot be afraid of choices consciously and autonomously made. To open your mind to change, real change, is the only guarantee there is of growth. And I made a promise to myself a long time ago. For once, I’m keeping my  promises. What is the alternative? To remain stunted and watch from sidelines as others see and taste and stretch and live till they overflow? I want to flow over. More soon…. E.F xxx

Aug 20, 2014 / 1 note

Bahhhhhh so nearly done :-))))))))) like it??……

NEW ALBUM COMING ANY DAY NOW
Aug 20, 2014 / 10 notes

NEW ALBUM COMING ANY DAY NOW

Aug 20, 2014 / 2 notes

Tell me [by Skylar Liberty Rose]

Tell me, do you know sorrow like me

Are there shadows in your heart

Where pain hides

Where shame takes shelter

Do your footsteps leave an imprint

Of a story trodden long ago

An indelible memoir

That is as much a part of your being

As the blood that courses through your veins

Tell me, does the thread of faith bind together

Your shattered pieces of hurt and loss

Are the wounds of your life

Eased with the balm of knowledge

That there are others that ache

As you do

Do you show only a sliver of who you are

And keep the rest safely concealed

A sanctuary with closed doors

A hideaway within

Tell me, are there pretty little ugly thoughts

That swirl inside your mind

Is their winged beauty a disguise

For their dark interior

Do you hold on tightly to your memories

Your moments of the past

Are there fragments of frozen time

Stored in the vault of your soul

Does past grief creep into your present

Clutching at your skin

Drawing you back to a time

That is as wretched as it is beautiful

Exquisitely piercing with its intensity

Tell me, can you bear the light

Of another dawning day

Your blemished heart illuminated

With the break of a sun

That seeks out your sadness

Your smarting soul

Do you cry out with tears

That scald your cheeks

With their crushing honesty

Showing little mercy

For the anguish that rises up

As the torrent flows forth

Tell me, do you long for the old places

The comfort of yesteryear

The touch of the hands

That held yours

Tell me, can you find who you are

In the chaos that surrounds you

In the noise that near drowns you

Do you know who lies within

Who shines out

Who waits to be born

Do you wake in the night as I do

Searching for something

Glimpsing the trace of a substance

Fleetingly faceless

Filled with emptiness

Showing itself briefly before slipping away

Unwilling to have it’s identity placed

Tell me, do you know the wilderness in me

The barren land

That is scorched and deserted

The drought whose thirst is ever present

Do you recognise the fist of fury

That lies coiled within me

Where anger dances with fear

Are you torn at the seams as I am

Unravelled and broken

Tell me, does the maddening crowd engulf you

Do the moving masses overwhelm you

Or is there a sense of peace

Knowing that the hordes offer a protective cloak

To cover your bare being

Is your vision clearer with your eyes closed

Do your lips tremble

With the weight of the secrets in your mouth

Is the taste of your truth bitter and sharp

Tell me, what ghosts do you shrink from

Who are the demons that hound you

Where is the place

That refuge is finally found

Tell me, can you follow the fever

Right through to where it peaks and breaks

Can you let the calm come

And claim it’s corner

Can you look into the fire

And find freedom in the flames

Tell me, where is the space

That your wild thoughts roam free

Where the leash is let loose

And the colours of your mind

Are held captive no longer

Tell me, do you see the light in my eyes

That shows you you’re home

The glance of recognition

From one lost spirit to another

A hand held out in hope

Tell me

Do you know me too

This is basically what’s happening
Aug 20, 2014 / 2 notes

This is basically what’s happening

Aug 20, 2014 / 4 notes

alikarimabbas said: How old are you

74

Aug 19, 2014 / 2 notes

sums it up

Aug 19, 2014 / 6 notes
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