Music / Chosen Lyrics in my work

Music is a big part of my life and it helps me understand a lot, I use music as a relief and also as research for my art. As I have been discussing in other blog posts, I am using songs and lyrics in my prints. These songs are all ones i love, by musicians i love and the lyrics of the songs are ones I have found contentment in about death or they explain my situation and thought process. As music is such a big deal to me, it has become a way in which i think and process, so below are the four songs/verses that I will be carving into cones and using in my final 9 prints, that will be exhibited:
Bob Dylan – Going, going, gone
I’ve just reached a place
Where the willow don’t bend
There’s not much more to be said
It’s the top of the end
I’m going
I’m going
I’m gone
I’m closin’ the book
On the pages and the text
And I don’t really care
What happens next
I’m just going
I’m going
I’m gone
Twenty One Pilots – Car Radio
I ponder of something terrifying
‘Cause this time there’s no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it’s that we’re all battling fear
Oh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I have these thoughts
So often I oughtAnd now I just sit in silence

Blue Oyster Cult – (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Here but now they’re gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn’t go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared
The curtains flew and then he appeared… saying don’t be afraid
Come on baby… and she had no fear
And she ran to him… then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye… she had become like they are
She had taken his hand… she had become like they are
Come on baby… don’t fear the reaper
Metallica – Fade to Black
Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one elseI have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can’t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone


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