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My Heart Is a Flower

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"My Heart Is a Flower" is a song by avant-garde band King Missile. It was the only single from the band's 1991 album The Way to Salvation.

“My Heart Is a Flower” is a song by avant-garde band King Missile.

“My Heart Is a Flower” is a song by avant-garde band King Missile. It was the only single from the band’s 1991 album The Way to Salvation.

In “My Heart Is a Flower,” a pop rock track with elements of psychedelic rock, frontman John S. Hall repeatedly sings the titular phrase, recites a short monologue expanding on the heart-as-flower metaphor, then returns to singing the titular phrase as the music crescendos.

In an interview circa 1992, Hall explained his inspiration for the song as follows:
“ …[W]hen I really, really feel very bad, what I want to do is make myself feel better, so I’ll write something happier. ‘My Heart Is a Flower’ is really a funny song. I was very, very sad when I wrote that one and a lot of people find that surprising. But I felt really, really trampled on, like a flower that’s been thrown down in the dirt, when I wrote that. – Source: Wikipedia

My heart is a flower,
Budding, blooming, dripping dew,
Dropping petals all over the place,
Making a big hopeless mess,
Stinking things up,
Waiting for someone to come flying over and suck the pollen out of me,
Suck me dry,
Til I wilt,
Til I am nothing,
Til next spring.
My Heart is a Flower

– King Missile (John S. Hall)

On the way avant-garde appeared

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I was on the way home after a long day of continuous shooting downtown, taking photos for my monthly photo challenge with a new camera that I had to learn, when I came across Nina and her friend. They were filming for an art project they had at Strykejernet (an art school in Oslo).

Unfortunately I didn’t catch the name of the girl who was filming, but the name of the model was Nina. They didn’t mind me taking some shots, so I hung around and took some photos while they were filming. I came home with a bunch of photos that day (I’ve deleted a lot but I still have 408 photos shot on that same day).

Avant-garde, sci-fi scene.

An avant-garde, sci-fi scene.

When I was looking through the shots with Nina, I decided to merge these two photos into one. I’m pleased with the final result and I think it has some sci-fi, avant-garde feeling to it.

This is my entry for the weekly photo challenge this week: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/on-the-way/

Enjoy this song by King Missile: “Sensitive Artist”.

“Sensitive Artist” by John S Hall (King Missile)
From the album King Missile (Dog Fly Religion)* ‎– Fluting On The Hump

I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can’t help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don’t go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don’t go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can’t deal with people
Because they don’t understand me.

I stay at home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands

I am sensitive…
I am a sensitive artist…

King Missile – The Trees

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Keywords: Tree, park, Oslo

Keywords: Tree, park, Oslo

King Missile – The Trees

Then there was the time that the earth was ruled by trees.
There were emperor trees and empress trees. All trees were royalty. Their roots sank deeply down into the ground, and their branches reached higher into the sky than the birds could fly. And the trees all communicated with each other, and all of them together made the decisions for the entire planet. Their authority went unquestioned for many thousands of years. They were wise and benevolent rulers, and the world prospered.

But when the others came, they did not understand or recognize the power of the trees. They set up new systems that supplanted the trees and sapped their strength. And now the trees bleed rivers of blood down in the ground under our feet. There’s an ocean of blood in the core of the earth, and now we write on trees. We make furniture out of trees. We clean up kitchen spills with trees. We wipe our spotty behinds with trees. We put trees in our houses at Christmastime. The trees say nothing, because now they are weak. But they know that our time will be brief, that we will soon perish and the trees will rule again, and the earth will be strong and beautiful once more.
So, you see, it’s not such a sad story after all.

Lyrics: King Missile

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