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when i think about the past it inevitably makes me think about the future, which inevitably makes me think about the past…and well…sometimes i just end up dizzy.
My favorite part of the new kitchen is the faucet. I don't think there has ever been a cooler faucet, really. Kohler Karbon was made for me. See, I have a major carbon fiber fetish... I'd drape myself in it if I could. Besides the fact that is looks cool, it functions unlike any faucet. With 5 joints that articulate and swivel with a hefty but smooth motion, you can place the nozzle where ever you want it ... and it stays there until you move it again. Pull it down into the sink to blast off food from dishes our pull it up and out of the sink to fill up pots/vases. It's a dream!
What do you think of when you hear Detroit brought up in conversation? I suspect for most folks visions teetering on the third world come to mind. Of late a great deal of focus has been placed on our city. Much of what is written and shown is done to support one agenda or another. Thomas Morton in a blog post (http://www.viceland.com/int/v16n8/htdocs/something-something-something-detroit) calls this fascination "ruin porn". His central theme is the media has an agenda to paint a very bleak picture of the city and journalist from around the world are scurrying about town and manipulating images to support this theme. He makes a powerful case. The sad truth is much of this reporting, while extreme, has a solid foundation. The situation in Detroit is nothing new and has been going on for 50 years. We happen to be at a tipping point where the abandonment of the city is particularly striking.
Morton is correct in scolding the journalist, though I don't think his argument applies to artists. Detroit offers people the opportunity to see many things. The journalist has an ethical obligation to report the facts, unvarnished. The artist is presenting a view, how they see the world. When I look at my home town I see many things- sadness, grit, strength. I see a city aging and- much like myself- not always gracefully. I see hope and despair. Mostly I see memories, almost all fond, of a life that is vanishing right before our eyes and there is nothing we can do about it. Not a thing. It is the vanishing world that makes my heart ache. Yes I can capture one shot that captures the despair and tilt my camera the other way and see Oz. These days I fear Oz is more the illusion.
Greek Elegaic Mimnermus, Frag 12
Ἠέλιος μὲν γὰρ ἔλαχεν πόνον ἤματα πάντα,
οὐδέ ποτ' ἄμπαυσις γίνεται οὐδεμία
ἵπποισίν τε καὶ αὐτῷ, ἐπεὶ ῥοδοδάκτυλος Ἠὼς
Ὠκεανὸν προλιποῦσ' οὐρανὸν εἰσαναβῇ.
τὸν μὲν γὰρ διὰ κῦμα φέρει πολυήρατος εὐνή,
ποικίλη, Ἡφαίστου χερσὶν ἐληλαμένη,
χρυσοῦ τιμήεντος, ὑπόπτερος, ἄκρον ἐφ' ὕδωρ
εὕδονθ' ἁρπαλέως χώρου ἀφ' Ἑσπερίδων
γαῖαν ἐς Αἰθιόπων, ἵνα δὴ θοὸν ἅρμα καὶ ἵπποι
ἑστᾶσ', ὄφρ' Ἠὼς ἠριγένεια μόλῃ·
ἔνθ' ἐπέβη ἑτέρων ὀχέων Ὑπερίονος υἱός.
For Helios the Sun’s lot is toil every day and there is never any respite for him and his horses, from the moment rose-fingered Eos (the Dawn) leaves Okeanos and goes up into the sky. A lovely bed, hollow, forged by the hands of Hephaistos, of precious gold and winged, carries him, as he sleeps soundly, over the waves on the water’s surface from the place of the Hesperides [in the West] to the land of the Aithiopes [in the East], where his swift chariot and horses stand until early-born Eos (the Dawn) comes. There the son of Hyperion mounts his other vehicle." -
Built for the "Maschinen Krieger" Starfighter contest. (Although not entirely visible, the engines can articulate at various angles)
Heavily inspired by the Lunadiver / Stingray.... and it does fit a minifig (see cockpit photo below).
Happy Bokeh Wednesday, Friends !!!
"EID MUBARAK" for the flikr friends who celebrate "RAMZAN"
Explored.
The Ponce De Leon Historical Park in Punta Gorda, Florida is a favorite gathering place for people in the area to watch sunset. They bring their cameras and beach chairs and line up along the seawall to watch the setting sun. On this particicular evening, Mother Nature's show certainly didn't disappoint them.
Because the bushes in the foreground presented an obstacle to getting a good shot, I resorted to holding my camera high above my head while in the live view mode with the articulating screen turned so that I could frame the scene.
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"most of my thoughts are about you" she said to me one afternoon, "that's why i think i can sit alone for hours with them".
and then she smiled.
While we were waiting at the SeaBus Waterfront Station for a ride across Burrard Inlet, Vancouver Fire Rescue Services was testing their high aerial ladder truck.
The aerial equipped fire truck joined the VFD fleet in 2020. It is a EGI - KLUBB Group 42m/138’ articulating platform.
Built in #France the apparatus build was a partnership of three companies, @firetrucksca, CustomFire and EGI-Klubb. This is VanFireRescue first articulated platform in the fleet.
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever."
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
A humanoid robot - because we want our robots to look like us, act like us, and use tools and interact with the environment in the same way as us.
Obvious inspirations would be Legohaulic's E-MOTE
www.flickr.com/photos/legohaulic/9257104462/in/photolist-...
some of my own style and maybe a little Chappie/Wall-E combo.
Although I did borrow some from the E-MOTE frame, mine is not quite as articulate and uses more t-bar pieces instead of small ball joints.
“The oldest living city in the world”.
Last afternoon I went to the ghats which are at the far end of the city, those ghats where few foreigners go, where there is nothing to buy and where no one disturbs.
Here along the Ganges life is very quiet, people have their own rhythm, living according sunrise and sunset.
This whole ghat is painted in a turquoise blue-green shade which gives an unusal view of Varanasi (Benaras).
That day it was the colour of silence to me.
The silence there reminds me those words by Kabir,
“Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.”
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"Galileo", un spectacle de la compagnie Deus Ex Machina.
Tous acrobates, les membres de la compagnie exécutent des figures autour d'une structure articulée, perchée à 30 mètres du sol.
La compagnie Deus Ex Machina nous conte la prise de conscience de la position de la Terre tournant autour du Soleil...
Bonne journée à tous.
Merci pour vos visites et commentaires
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"Galileo", a show of the company's Deus Ex Machina.
All acrobats, the members of the company perform tricks around a structure articulate, perched 30 meters above the ground.
The company Deus Ex Machina, tells us about the awareness of the position of the Earth revolving around the Sun...
Good day to all.
Thank you for your visits and comments
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"Galileo", eine show der compagnie Deus Ex Machina.
Alle akrobaten, die mitglieder der gesellschaft führen sie tricks um die struktur artikuliert, thront 30 meter über dem boden.
Die firma Deus Ex Machina erzählt uns, das bewusstsein für die position der Erde um die Sonne drehen...
Guten tag an alle.
Danke für eure besuche und kommentare
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"Galileo", un espectáculo de la compañía de Deus Ex Machina.
Todos los acróbatas, los miembros de la compañía de realizar trucos en torno a una estructura articular, situado 30 metros sobre el suelo.
La empresa de Deus Ex Machina, nos habla de la conciencia de la posición de la Tierra la que giraba alrededor del Sol...
Buen día a todos.
Gracias por sus visitas y comentarios
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"Galileo", een show van de vennootschap Deus Ex Machina.
Alle acrobaten, de leden van de vennootschap, het uitvoeren van trucs rond een structuur verwoorden, ligt 30 meter boven de grond.
Het bedrijf Deus Ex Machina, vertelt ons over de bewustwording van de positie van de Aarde die rond de Zon...
Goede dag allemaal.
Dank u voor uw bezoeken en opmerkingen
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"Galileo", uno spettacolo della compagnia il Deus Ex Machina.
Tutti gli acrobati, i membri della società di eseguire tricks intorno ad una struttura articolata, arroccato 30 metri da terra.
L'azienda Deus Ex Machina, ci racconta la consapevolezza della posizione della Terra attorno al Sole...
Buona giornata a tutte.
Grazie per le vostre visite e commenti
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"Galileu", um espectáculo da companhia do Deus Ex Machina.
Todos os acrobatas, os membros da empresa, executar truques em torno de uma estrutura articular, localizada a 30 metros acima do solo.
A companhia de Deus Ex Machina, nos fala sobre a consciência da posição da Terra em torno do Sol...
Bom dia a todos.
Obrigado por suas visitas e comentários de
"My Heart Will Go On" (you will note a mistake in the left hand
corner..It was RMS, not HMS. still went down, either way) I am not exactly
sure why girls seem to love this movie, but each new generation seems
to identify with this last version..I guess it is kind of an "ultimate chick flick"
eh ? Nessa has a copy an brought it over to watch, thus inspiring this
photo. Here, we 'playlike' she is a European immigrant child, possibly Italian,
coming to America with her parents. Wearing a sailors cap with "White Star
Line" on it, her picture is made and later found among Titanic artifacts.
Did she die with her steerage class parents on that fateful night ? Or did she
survive to disembark on pier 54...did her "heart go on", making a life for herself in the new home her parents had envisioned ? Or, does she sleep in the deep with
countless others, awaiting the call to 'disembark' from death to life in the
true New World, Jehovah God's Paradise restored ? Let your 'imagination' choose.
..words can't come close to articulating the feeling taking in this view. The noise is incredible. Mother nature doing her thing..wow!
Calling my name, this sound is trying to speak.
I heard it with my ears, why can’t you hear?
The jingle jangle and the rhythmic shriek
Of the running steel wheels are singing, clear
Disembodied young voices at their peak.
I heard it with my ears, why can’t you hear?
Don’t you believe it’s better try and seek
Who’s singing loud? Why let them not appear?
Disembodied young voices at their peak
Hidden inside the engine, are almost here
Stopping and chanting, strong at times and weak.
Who’s singing loud? Why let them not appear?
Please let me know, I feel my spirit tweak:
Calling my name, this sound is trying to speak
Stopping and chanting, strong at times and weak,
… The jingle jangle and the rhythmic shriek.
(Entwined terzanelle by SiRiChandra)
I love the American West. My love of the west came relatively late in life. Even though I was raised in a family of travelers..check that…a family hooked on road trips, all of our travels were east of the Mississippi. We traveled all over the south and in particular Florida. To this day, the middle Keys in Florida still own my heart. It wasn’t until I took a job that sent me to southern California for training that I crossed over the plains and into the west. I was 38 years old at the time.
Since that time I have gone back several times for vacations and business. As a boy raised in the Great Lakes region I find myself damn near frozen by the western sky and the vistas. Once, while driving along U.S. 6 in Utah, I encountered a stretch of open road. I dropped out of a small cropping of mountains into a desert salt flat. On the horizon was another cropping of mountains. The scale was incredible. I stopped the car to take it all in. Getting back in the car I began wonder about the distance of the horizon. I set the trip odometer to zero and hit the gas on that long flat road. When I reached the other side the odometer read 45 miles. Along the way I had old Waylon playing on the CD player. Waylon wistfully sang Dee Moeller’s words:
“The land where I travel once fashion with beauty now stands with scars on her face
The wide open spaces are closing in quickly from the ways of the whole human race
And it's not that I blame them for claiming her bounty
I just wish they're takin' it slow
Cause where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go
Where has a slow movin' once quick draw outlaw got to go”- Dee Moeller
While in Punta Gorda Isles this past December, I used the articulating screen on my Canon DSLR and nearly set it on the grass to get this shot of some delicate, tiny flowers on weeds that were growing in the lawn. During the post processing, I tried to blend detail with blur, soft light with shadow to come up with this rather unusual (as Phil points out below) image.
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A photo of the Arno riverside facade of the Uffizi.
Having spent best part of a day in there during my last visit to Florence I didn't feel the need to go inside when I returned there during the Summer of 2019.
Click here to see more photos from Tuscany and Florence : www.flickr.com/photos/darrellg/albums/72157714689304067
From Wikipedia : "The building of the Uffizi complex was begun by Giorgio Vasari in 1560 for Cosimo I de' Medici so as to accommodate the offices of the Florentine magistrates, hence the name uffizi, "offices". The construction was later continued by Alfonso Parigi and Bernardo Buontalenti; it was completed in 1581. The top floor was made into a gallery for the family and their guests and included their collection of Roman sculptures.
The cortile (internal courtyard) is so long, narrow and open to the Arno at its far end through a Doric screen that articulates the space without blocking it, that architectural historians treat it as the first regularized streetscape of Europe. Vasari, a painter and architect as well, emphasised its perspective length by adorning it with the matching facades' continuous roof cornices, and unbroken cornices between storeys, as well as the three continuous steps on which the palace-fronts stand. The niches in the piers that alternate with columns of the Loggiato filled with sculptures of famous artists in the 19th century."
© D.Godliman
"the pains of love, and they keep growin', in my heart there's flowers
growin'....."
remember this photo? i knew when i did it originally, i wanted to execute this better.... so here is my second attempt. my husband is an AMAZING artist and he drew these gorgeous roses for me. it's NOT a tattoo (for my family's sake - i don't think they could take another one right now) ;-) i like this version SO much better. i need to be more patient when i have ideas in my head i'm learning. ;-)
" always make it a practice to stir your own mind thoroughly to think through what you have easily believed. your position is not really yours until you make it yours through suffering and study. the author or speaker from which you learn the most is not the one who teaches you something you didn't know before, but the one who helps you take a truth with which you have quietly struggled, give it expression, and speak it clearly and boldly. " --- Oswald Chambers
*** sorry, i can't visit your streams yet... hopefully over the weekend i can... :)
http://www.tashkeel.org/
Theme: (written below)
SILENT CONVERSATIONS
Which will be Group exhibition: 12 March – 30 April 2009
We all participate in frequent conversations as part of our daily lives – with family, friends and colleagues and even complete strangers. Through this interaction we exchange ideas and information, express our feelings, learn and grow as people. However, almost 50% of all communication is unspoken – relying on human actions, reactions and expressions. As a result of differences in culture, education and experience these can frequently be misinterpreted.
Artists constantly seek to provoke external responses through articulation of an internal dialogue, creating a non-verbal form of communication that might have universal resonance.
As an artist you should articulate your innermost thoughts through a creative voice that can speak as loud as words. Through your art you may use your voice to express a very personal reflection or observation, or you may wish to make a social comment, a response to worldwide events or even a proposed solution to specific issues. We are looking to you to provoke a silent conversation through an artwork that may be created in any medium that best describes this theme.
“Everything shifts as you move, and different things come into focus at different points of your life, and you try to articulate that.”
"Time is like a river in which events take place, a tumultuous river. As soon as something appears it vanishes and in its place there is something else which is already disappearing..."
Thinking about time these last days...
"For a relationship with landscape to be lasting, it must be reciprocal. At the level at which the land supplies our food, this is not difficult to comprehend, and the mutuality is often recalled in a grace at meals. At the level at which landscape seems beautiful or frightening to us and leaves us affected, or at the level at which it furnishes us with the metaphors and symbols with which we pry
into mystery, the nature of reciprocity is harder to define. In approaching the land with an attitude of obligation, willing to observe courtesies difficult to articulate - perhaps only a gesture of the hands - one establishes a regard from which dignity can emerge. From that dignified relationship with the land, it is possible to imagine an extension of dignified relationships throughout one's life. Each relationship is formed of the same integrity, which initially makes the mind say: the things in the land fit together perfectly, even though they are always changing. I wish the order of my life to be arranged in the same way I find the light, the slight movement of the wind, the voice of a bird, the heading of a seed pod I see before me. This impeccable and indisputable integrity I want in myself."
~Barry Lopez, Arctic Dreams
I am not articulate enough to express how it felt watching this dance across the sky. We were extremely lucky and a couple of nights we had really strong shows
One of most depressing elements of the decline of Detroit is the waste of perfectly serviceable buildings. I understand the difficulty in finding new uses for huge factories. Pittsburgh, for example, effectively cleared many of their old steel mills. It is buildings such as old schools, houses and community centers whose abandondment and destruction through negelect that stresses me the most. Apologists might say there is no one left to occupy these relics. True, but it is clear little- if any- effort has been made to preserve these structures. They are a sign of an illness. Often when people are depressed they stop caring for themselves. Their house and surroundings become a visual representation of their mental state. That is what we have here, on a large scale.
In the depths of Luna Canyon (see 'Luna#1' for details), this image needed to be photographed looking nearly straight up. What I wouldn't give to have an articulating LCD screen on the back of my camera!
This image shows the wonderful and almost mesmerizing effects of Rayleigh scattering of light down in these stone defiles.
"our advantage as human beings lies in our power to speak, to articulate a nebulous world into meaningful words and phrases. G–d spoke and the world came into being. we speak and bring it into focus.
our words are the camera that determines reality: according to how we focus, so our world will be. with a small breath of air, we determine whether it is beauty that sprouts from the earth, or monsters growing as large as our imagination.
true, there is a time for all things--even a time to speak in negative terms, to make clear that something is wrong and needs correcting. but there is a caveat to negative words. for if they do not reach their goal, their bitterness still remains.
speak good words, kind words, words of wisdom, words of encouragement. like gentle rain upon a dormant field. eventually, they will coax the seeds beneath the soil to life."
~tzvi freeman
(this part is from my husband)
*** i really like parts of this...makes me think of you and the way you use your camera to capture what is good and true all around us.
luv you,
m ***
it's really easy in Second Life...
you die so many times and always come back again!
it's sooouuu easy! ...
...too easy...
There is a legend in Austria about black cats and wine. It goes like this...once upon a time a servant was always sneaking into the wine cellar to drink from the barrel of the best wine. The owner of the wine set a black cat upon the barrel to scare away the servant. So, it became a tradition in wine cellars to find a black cat sitting on the best barrel. This black cat statue is in the Loisium Wine Cellar tour in Langenlois, Austria. (very dark in those tunnels).
Another version of the legend is that fermenting wine creates heat and the cats like to sit on the warm barrel. The warmest barrel has the sweetest wine.
Cheers! Zum Wohl!
"love hurts. feelings are disturbing. people are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. how can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? pain is meant to wake us up. people try to hide their pain. but they're wrong. pain is something to carry, like a radio. you feel your strength in the experience of pain. it's all in how you carry it. that's what matters. pain is a feeling. your feelings are a part of you. your own reality. if you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. you should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
~ jim morrison, lead singer of the doors
"Mary, did you know
that your baby boy
would one day walk on water
Mary did you know
that your baby boy
would save our sons and daughters
did you know
that your baby boy
has come to make you new
this child that you delivered
will soon deliver you... Mary did you know... "
--- Lea Salonga - from her Christmas album
*** i woke up with this song singing in my head... it is Christmas eve! we must thank Mama Mary for saying yes to God's will... :)
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Agricola adsiduo primum satiatus aratro
Cantavit certo rustica verba pede
Et satur arenti primum est modulatus avena
Carmen, ut ornatos diceret ante deos...
(ALBIUS TIBULLUS, "Elegiae", [II, 1, 51-54], I sec. a.C.)
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"Success is where preparation and opportunity meet." – Bobby Unser - This quote beautifully articulates how readiness—when combined with a favorable moment—can lead to great achievements. It's particularly resonant for photography, where capturing a stunning shot often hinges on being at the right spot at just the right moment, all the while being prepared to seize the opportunity.
"and when i see you
i really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around, turns you around...
if you feel discouraged
that there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seams...."
I wish my D800 had a articulating screen! It’s so hard to shoot close to the ground, isn’t it? I mean, Live View helps a little bit, but it’s so tough to really know for sure.
There are certain positions you can get in (I call them the camera sutra) that can be crazy-painful. I’ve gotten a little better over the years, since I simply kind of “know” what the picture will look like without having to gorilla-pod my neck…
- Trey Ratcliff
The weight on my shoulders is my own body weight.
I am tired. Add another stone.
My problems are normally my problems.
When everyone else around me is happy and they are soured by me being me ...another stone.
Inspired by prozac
A strange thing happened to me today. I saw a big thundercloud move down over Half Dome and it was so big and clear and brilliant that it made me see many things that were drifting around inside of me. Things that relate to those who are loved and those who are real friends. For the first time I know what love is, what friends are and what art should be. Love is a seeking for a way of life, the way that cannot be followed alone, the resonance of all spriritual and physical things. Friendship is another form of love, more passive perhaps, but full of the transmitting and acceptances of things like thunderclouds and grass and the clean granite of reality. Art is both love and friendship and understanding, the desire to give. It is not charity, which is the giving of things. It is more than kindness, which is the giving of self. It is both the taking and giving of beauty, the turning out to the light of the inner folds of the awareness of spirit. It is a re-creation on another plane of the realities of the world. The tragic and the wonderful realities of earth and men and of all the interrelations of these.
June 10th - 1937. Letter written by Ansel Adams.
Thanks to Marjorie for the source of inspiration. Your comment is wonderful, a precious gift. Grazie davvero.
8.35am on a cold and wet Saturday Morning during the Great Central Railway's 2016 Winter Gala sees BR Standard 9F 2-10-0 No 92214 'Masquerading as 92220 Evening Star' making a 'Spirited Departure' - light engine bound for Swithland Sidings to collect the Travelling Post Office Stock for later use in the Mid Morning's Demonstration run.
Clearly the cold and wet hasn't dampened the crew's enthusiasm to arrive in good time!
Our giant reticulated friend, unable to articulate, was forced to gesticulate in the most ridiculous manner.
from my daily photo blog at www.stuckincustoms.com
While studying photography in Pathshala, I developed new technical and aesthetic skills at an academic level and gained a fresh perspective on seeing the world around me. However, I still felt that something was missing. That missing piece was the ability to articulate aesthetics through language and to experience aesthetics with the basis of life itself.
During this time, I developed a deep desire to understand philosophy. Within a few months, I decided to pursue academic studies in philosophy. There were two main reasons behind this decision: first, to gain knowledge of philosophy, and second, to reshape my photographic view point through a philosophical angle—essentially, to integrate aesthetics with philosophy.
As I delved into this complex subject, I found myself particularly influenced by three philosophical ideologies: the philosophy of Nihilism, Engels and Marx’s materialism, and Gautama Buddha’s theory of Functionalism. These perspectives began shaping my understanding of life, humanity, society, and aesthetics. My way of seeing the world started to transform.
Nihilism and materialist philosophy argue that humans are not a special species. According to Buddha, life itself is full of suffering. Since humans are not inherently special and life has no predetermined purpose, people often experience restlessness. My photographs reflect this idea through landscapes, where excessive negative space in the frame symbolizes despair, purposelessness, and solitude in human life. Most people live under the illusion that they are unique compared to the surroundings. This belief prevents them from feeling truly connected to nature.
Lalon once said, "He and Lalon exist together, yet they are separated by infinite distance." Even though humans exist within nature, they somehow remain detached from it. In my frames, vast negative spaces with tiny human figures symbolize this very detachment. Here, nature is immense, and humans are small—serving as a reminder that humanity is not any superior to nature.
The mist in my photographs enhances the minimalist effect, further detaching people from their surroundings. The presence of human-made structures in the background represents our ongoing struggle to prove our superiority. However, the blurred, barely visible architecture behind the fog reflects the failure of this pursuit. Humanity is trapped in this endless contradiction, deepening its existential despair. Meanwhile, the fog thickens, and the distance between humans and nature continues to grow.
I've been cheated by you
since I don't know when
so I made up my mind
it must come to an end
look at me now
will I ever learn
I don't know how
but I suddenly lose control
there's a fire within my soul
just one look and I can hear a bell ring
one more look
and I forget everything
Mamma mia, here I go again
my, my, how can I resist you
mamma mia, does it show again
my, my, just how much I've missed you
yes, I've been broken-hearted
blue since the day we parted
why, why did I ever let you go
mamma mia, now I really know
my, my, I could never let you go
I've been angry and sad
about things that you do
I can't count all the times
that I've told you we're through
and when you go
when you slam the door
I think you know
that you won't be away too long
you know that I'm not that strong
just one look and I can hear a bell ring
one more look
and I forget everything
Mamma mia, here I go again
my, my, how can I resist you
mamma mia, does it show again
my, my, just how much I've missed you
yes, I've been broken-hearted
blue since the day we parted
why, why did I ever let you go
mamma mia, even if I say
bye, bye, leave me now or never
mamma mia, it's a game we play
bye, bye doesn't mean forever
Mamma mia, here I go again
my, my, how can I resist you
mamma mia, does it show again
my, my, just how much I've missed you
yes, I've been broken-hearted
blue since the day we parted
why, why did I ever let you go
mamma mia, now I really know
my, my, I could never let you go.
[Mamma mia-Abba]