The King in I died, he kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs. Life was good now death's all wrong. Cause you can't feel a thing, no heart flutters in late spring. And I can't hold what's in my hand, don't do any good to say this isn't what I planned. And where's my mom I want to hold her tight, she is so far away from crowded nights. I will always love Animal Collective. There have been weeks were I listen to nothing else. There music is so textured, emotional and beautiful and no matter what is coursing through my cluttered brain it always puts me into a nice state of mind. I made this piece in dedication to one of my favorite groups of all time, using ink and brush and a little bit of pink pencil. My foundations art class is so limiting, so I try and to make the best out of it by squeezing the most out of each assignment. This particular assignment was to create a "weighted line" piece and although I feel like my lines definitely vary in pressure, I got a poor grade because of the pink shading. More art to come. I couldn't find a video of cuckoo cuckoo so enjoy this.
Out of breath and out of cash, find yourself watching M.A.S.H. every night on the couch. Woman says let's take a drive down south, roll down the windows and open our mouths taste where we are and play the music loud. Stop the car, lay on the grass, the planets spin and we watch space pass. Walk a direction, see where we get. I never knew nothin' so there's nothin' to forget. Get real drunk and ride our bikes. There's so much beauty it could make you cry. The rich get money but never what they want. Find ourselves a new place to haunt. Climb up the fire escape do it 'til the ground looks far away. Go night swimming, leave our clothes on the ground, when we get busted we just stand there proud. It's the truth we all been wrong make it up and let's move on. Playing cards we all get to act sly there's so much beauty it could make you cry. -Isaack Brock
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