Remember, remember…I remember Our twelve hours of carnival When the flowers illuminates the sky My sculptor to my smile.
We discovered the rainbow under the stars We sat in the rain counting cars You lit the candles by the beach When actually it was my heart that you’ve lit.
You bite gently at my heart With greater pain there is more love You’ve broken my greatest mystery That I can be loved when I have loved.
I asked for you to follow your heart When its weight pulled at mine I will forever be the same, and such for my heart With love we became, with love we are a piece of art
This boy and his girl In our world of candy colored swirl.
A distress signal from a mind-numbing year of robotic routines to make ends meet had declared May 1st as an official day of nationwide slacking. A group of optimistic, and some times
eccentric, creative individuals were perfectly clear on what they did not like: too much work and too little fun. So they each worked under their own pseudonym and one shared face, and
very seriously made fun art for the love of life. There You Go is a showcase of works that probes the relationship between good and evil; beauty and ugliness; love and hate; friendship
and animosity by nine local designers and fine artists.
There You Go is one insightful exhibition that will strip bare Life’s saintly disguise with a touch of dark humour.
1 May 2008
21 Haji Lane
Exhibition will last through the day from 10.00am,
with the official opening at 5.00pm.
There You Go is an independent effort by nine local designers and fine artists whose works ranges
from paintings, drawings, installation to poetry. Held in a rustic shophouse at 21 Haji Lane, this exhibition
will tour the two-story facade of this modest space. Expect a lot of colours, details, obscurities and
subliminal teasers. With these the exhibition hopes to converse with the audience, whilst sharing the
You hardly even notice When I try to show you this song It's meant to keep you From doin' what you're supposed to Like wakin' up too early Maybe we could sleep in I'll make you banana pancakes Pretend like it's the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time Can't you see that it's just rainin' There ain't no need to go outside
But just maybe, like an ukulele Mama made a baby I really don't mind to practice Because you're my little lady Lady, lady love me Because I love to lay here lazy We could close the curtains Pretend like there's no world outside And we could pretend that all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining There ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need Can't you see, can't you see
Rain all day and I don't mind
The telephone singing, ringing, it's too early Don't pick it up We don't need to We got everything we need right here And everything we need is enough It's just so easy When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm Wake up slow, wake up slow
But baby, you hardly even notice When I try to show you this song It's meant to keep you From doin' what your supposed to Like wakin' up too early Maybe we could sleep in I'll make you banana pancakes Pretend like it's the weekend now And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just rainin' There ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need Rain all day and I really, really, really don't mind Can't you see, can't you see
Lets run and run to where our breath last, to where ever we may. And when we are left breathless, lets look at each others eyes because everything will be fine. Because we took our breath away...
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Lets run, lets run lets get lost in the way Lets look at the world like little boys and girls. Candy coloured swirls _________________________
A colour-fool swirl of sweetness like a rainbow over a rich glow of sunshine...
I have seen you on many faces. We know we will find you between our places.
I would have expected you to be absolute and clear. One and glaring that it hurts for without, it is never real. Let it ripen into full blossom and gather then its gleam.
We were contained in a bottle, drifting through Atlantis. The tides decided yet not to meet its time. She sings to us the songs of salt water.
Brim of her tide preach patience and perseverance. And when the sun rises from the horizon, Its beauty promises greatness of what we will find, With you between our places.
A fine day becomes fined when humpty went for a jog at dusk. Huffing and puffing with eyes fixed at the linear track. Behold enters a pair of sloth appearing from its corners with lazy and ambiguous stride. Who chooses to be in Humpty’s way even if its enough for a battalion to march on. Perhaps the clocks in the head can’t seem to gather the oncoming entity. And swaying still they walked.
Humpty could not resort a tumble and went for a dodge. Humpty a fucking Dumpty had a great bloody fall. Humpty the grumpy Dumpty had a fat ankle and skinned knee.
Humpty is a Limping Grump indeed….
Note:
Jogging tracks are not rugby pitch, get outta way!!
