tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33839620317132682212011-07-29T11:16:33.523+02:00imtoosnobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353083967317904186noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383962031713268221.post-70111510687013960102010-03-02T16:36:00.001+01:002010-03-02T16:37:23.523+01:00<a href="http://alexgross.com/">The Art of Alex Gross</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383962031713268221-7011151068701396010?l=imtoosnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>imtoosnobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353083967317904186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383962031713268221.post-21205473788698254392010-03-02T10:44:00.002+01:002010-03-02T10:46:12.473+01:00<object width="405" height="255"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVDPsUB5z48&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVDPsUB5z48&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="255"></embed></object><br /><br />Wildbirds &amp; Peacedrums - There is no light<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383962031713268221-2120547378869825439?l=imtoosnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>imtoosnobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353083967317904186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383962031713268221.post-8458314096680760162010-03-02T10:37:00.001+01:002010-03-02T10:38:23.020+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My personal best of Sartorialist February 2010</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/22110OliviaP_8515Web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/22110OliviaP_8515Web.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/22010Londongreybeard_8271Web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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the Magnetic Zeroes - Home<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383962031713268221-6741823821684056010?l=imtoosnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>imtoosnobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353083967317904186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383962031713268221.post-17181042622659661742008-06-09T15:08:00.014+02:002010-02-17T12:15:41.355+01:00<div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">...</span></em></div><div align="center"><em>Old people talk to themselves</em></div><div align="center"><em>When they sit all 'round all day</em></div><div align="center"><em>This old woman I knew</em></div><div align="center"><em>I used to go over there and sit with her</em></div><div align="center"><em>And she'd be sitting aroundIn a rocking chair talking to herself</em></div><div align="center"><em>And she used to say she used to say</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sometimes the cold gets in my bones so bad</em></div><div align="center"><em>Till I just don't think I can go</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yeah and for a little while well </em></div><div align="center"><em>I don't careIf my days are coming to an end</em></div><div align="center"><em>And just as soon be gone sometimes</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sometimes the night comes down on me</em></div><div align="center"><em>And I know what's ahead</em></div><div align="center"><em>An evening in this cold old house</em></div><div align="center"><em>With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed</em></div><div align="center"><em>An evening in this cold old house</em></div><div align="center"><em>With no one to say goodnight to me when I go to bed</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sometimes I wonder why I stay</em></div><div align="center"><em>What am I waiting for</em></div><div align="center"><em>My children are grown and gone away</em></div><div align="center"><em>They got children of their own now</em></div><div align="center"><em>Don't need me anymore</em></div><div align="center"><em>In winter when the streets are bare</em></div><div align="center"><em>There ain't nothing much to see</em></div><div align="center"><em>I just can't help missing and thinking</em></div><div align="center"><em>About that kindly man</em></div><div align="center"><em>That one old winter time came</em></div><div align="center"><em>And took away from me</em></div><div align="center"><em>And then one morning</em></div><div align="center"><em>Another spring is there outside my door</em></div><div align="center"><em>Things are blooming</em></div><div align="center"><em>Birds are singing</em></div><div align="center"><em>And suddenly yes well I ain't sad</em></div><div align="center"><em>Ain't sad no more ain't sad no more</em></div><div align="center"><em>When it's warm and the sun is out</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's like my heart's restored</em></div><div align="center"><em>I've had my love I've had my children</em></div><div align="center"><em>And I have so many memories</em></div><div align="center"><em>So don't mind me complaining</em></div><div align="center"><em>What the years may bring</em></div><div align="center"><em>Cos this old world has been fine with me really</em></div><div align="center"><em>And I'm thankful for seeing another spring</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's gonna be better this time another spring</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's gonna be groovier this time another spring</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's what's happening this time</em></div><div align="center"><em>So I'm thankful for letting me see another spring</em></div><em></em><br />Another Spring, Sung by <a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Nina+Simone?setlang=en"><em>Nina Simone</em></a>, lyrics and music by Angelo Badalamenti and John Clifford.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3383962031713268221-1718104262265966174?l=imtoosnob.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>imtoosnobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15353083967317904186noreply@blogger.com0