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Another moment breaks, the shadow side of me
It's like holding on until I fall apart
They say to live with this song I have to sing
It's the cross that hangs deep below my heart
And when I get the feeling, I let the damn walls break
Let the damn walls break
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me
Out
From the top of the world to the bottom of the ocean
Screaming loud, screaming loud from the underground
Listen now, listen now, you're not taking me
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me out
(Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me)
Feel a violent rage, washing over me
I can barely breath, bury me alive
All the tragedy becomes a symphony
Full of pain, I feel my final goodbye
And when I get the feeling, I let the damn walls break
Let the damn walls break
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me
Out
From the top of the world to the bottom of the ocean
Screaming loud, screaming loud from the underground
Listen now, listen now, you're not taking me
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me out
(Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me)
Rise, rise
Can you hear me now?
Rise, rise
Can you see me now
Rise, rise
Can you hear me now?
Rise, rise
Can you see me now
And when I get the feeling, I let the damn walls break
Let the damn walls break
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me
Out
From the top of the world to the bottom of the ocean
Screaming loud, screaming loud from the underground
Listen now, listen now, you're not taking me
Down
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me out
Rise, rise
Can you hear me now?
Rise, rise
Nothing's gonna drown me, nothing's gonna drown me out
When the vessel Le Jeune Emma, which was originally headed toward Le Havre, and carrying rum sugar and coffee, took the wrong turn at Land’s End en route, it would prove costly, as the ship eventually came to an untimely end on the sandbars of Cefn Sidan in 1828. Looted for its riches, the work of the feared Wreckers was once again at hand here, where 13 people were said to have drowned. One of those included Adeline Coquelin, the 12-year-old niece by marriage to Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte, her mother being sister to Josephine.
Somehow I suspect this weed in a flooded low spot will survive until the ground dries. Beside The Bradford Creek Greenway in Madison, Alabama
After another very wet night in Brisbane and surrounds we wondered if any of the Galahs would be in first thing. They were! Would Wingman and Mrs Wingman come knowing he has a bad time with his right wing at the best of times. But they came after about 40 minutes and like all of the poor birds, absolutely soaked. So here they are having some breakfast from their own private bowl which we hold back until they arrive. They protect their food with great vigour which seems not unusual for couples. Virtually all of the Galahs looked like these two or worse, many looked like Punk rockers with very spiky feathers on their heads. Mr W was quite ill at ease this morning and took off in phases as he has difficulty getting good lift with that bad wing at the best of times. When wet, everything is harder for him.
You can just see Mr W's bad wing there on the right but it is often more extended than that and it always troubles him. That's Mrs W on the right of shot. Because he was so unsettled I held another plate for him at the back door which he did eat from with no need to fend off any of the other 70 or so visitors that we had.
As I type this, Snowy the Sulphur Crested Cockatoo and his mate Snowy 2 have just arrived for some seeds also.
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I haven’t touched my LEGO for almost 4 years, a lot of personal things happened at once during my last IB battle and what most hit the hardest was my shop we’re shut down during that time which in the end I had to close down my business. Everything went downhill really fast from there and hit my life and my family really hard.
I felt drowned by problems and life, but things have quite settled now and I’m starting building again this month, small builds though, since I don’t have the time privilege like the way it used to be and I’m still trying to get back on my feet with my new business.
Apology to all who’s wondering where I am. Life has its ups and downs and had dragged me away from what I love. Here is one of my new simple build to express my feeling during that time. Like what people said, “What can not kill you, will make you stronger.”…and I hope wiser too.
For now I’m enjoying building small builds and making Youtube tutorials, have a visit at my channel here: KosBrick
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I was feeling a bit down and to cheer me up, my boyfriend got out all my sock yarn and poured it over me wher I was lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. He took this while i was carrying it back from the bedroom to the loungeroom.
Krystina on the trampoline and another of Hannah Katarski's textures
Truly though, we are all just drowning.
Think of this when you see tomorrow's picture.
(you'll see what I mean)
Italy’s Lake Resia, near the borders of Austria and Switzerland, a lone bell tower shoots up from the perfect, blue-green water. It’s the only visible remnant of Graun (Curon in Italian), a town that vanished underwater more than 60 years ago.
The town’s residents protested, but they were no match for a power company’s plans to join two natural lakes and create a giant artificial one. When the company finally got its way, the surrounding towns were blasted and flooded. Only Graun’s bell tower was permitted to survive, as a historic site.
Snow has arrived in northern New Hampshire, and transformed the formerly dull and colorless late autumn landscape.
This was taken while hiking Zealand Mountain. It's a ten mile round trip, soon to be significantly longer when the forest road to the trailhead is gated for the winter. There are no views from the summit of Zealand, but there's plenty of scenery to enjoy along the way, including a couple iced-over beaver ponds like this one.
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Die Serie Blank (2010–2016) verkehrt den Zweck von künstlichem Licht, Dinge sichtbar zu machen, ins Gegenteil: Gefeller fotografiert industrielle Orte wie Autobahnkreuze oder Raffinerien bei Nacht und belichtet diese so stark über, dass nur noch ihre skelettartige Grundstruktur erkennbar ist. Licht benutzt er als Metapher für Information und Überinformation, in der wir Menschen im digitalen Zeitalter ertrinken.
The series Blank (2010–2016) subverts the purpose of artificial light to make things visible: Gefeller takes a closer look at industrial sites such as motorway junctions or refineries at night and overexposes them to such an extent that only their skeletal fundamental structures can be seen. He uses light as a metaphor for information and over-information, in which we humans are drowning in the digital age.