Bob Dylan´s HAND LETTERING EXPERIENCE

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Silver Black Cycle

Casio commissioned Heavy Backpack’s Rhett Dashwood and Cypheraudio’s John Black to create this short film for the Silver + Black exhibition.  Using circles as a symbol of time; decaying particles and undulating waves transition throughout the animated work to show that the only constant is change. The piece then loops to begin a new life cycle.

Found on Ventilate.ca

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TOO MUCH OF A STORY

Bruce Springsteen - Blowin’ In The Wind
(yeah, you’ve read rightly)

Really really cool

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There is a fault in reality

ENVISION : Step into the sensory box

(via dusanwriter)

Queens Of the Stone Age

No One Knows

We get some rules to follow
That and this
These and those
No one knows

We get these pills to swallow
How they stick
In your throat
Taste like gold

Oh, what you do to me
No one knows

And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahh

I journey through the desert
Of the mind
With no hope
I follow

I drift along the ocean
Dead lifeboats
in the sun
they come undone

Pleasently caving in
I come undone

And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool am I
And I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool am I
Ahhh

Heaven smiles above me
What a gift here below
But no one knows

The Gift that you give to me
No one knows

System Of A Down - Toxicity

Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.

When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man´s hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man´s hearts.