I don't really process the eloquence to critique such a beautiful photo, I hope this will suffice.
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Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dream I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been T' sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait All will be revealed Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace Whose sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear
Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin' Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' Oh, all I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground And my eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I been Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace Like thoughts inside a dream Heed the path that led me to that place Of yellow desert stream My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon I will return again Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you When movin' through Kashmir Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails Across the sea of years With no provision but an open face 'Long the straits of fear
Ohhhh Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there Oh, oh, come on, come on Oh, let me take you there Let me take you there let me take you THERE!!!!!!!
I understand what HorriblyHolly was trying to say. The softness counters the (by some in the world) harshness or in your face nature of body art. I not only liked the imagery, but also the models art.
I love the softness of the photograph. It makes her look so delicate, which conceptually contrasts with the whole "tattoo ideal". (I hope that makes sense to you, I'm trying to figure out the words.)
mh
Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
T' sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin'
Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
Oh, all I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
Of yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you
When movin' through Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
'Long the straits of fear
Ohhhh
Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Oh, oh, come on, come on
Oh, let me take you there
Let me take you there
let me take you THERE!!!!!!!
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