The Kills. Baby Says. Hello Talula.

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Talula Love Bottoms by M. Pappano

I just realized that I haven't written about this song yet.

It's been a daily listen and a good friend.
I'm going to spend some time on it..
and what it means to my work.

When a song gets me.
and I get it...
and that connection is made.
It's holy to me.
It's where I find God.

Thugs of God.

His guitar....that sound; makes me believe.
I'm already completely in love with Alison. I cut my
bangs in hopes to replicate how she sounds in her music
in my art. Which was foolish..I'm growing them out now.
She is a Goddess.


My art wants the simplicity of this.
The melody.
I'm trying to get there.
To the fair.
Tremble like the fairground lights.

Two distinct voices in harmony with
love.

I'm so ready. You are so far gone.
I feel freedom from the noise.

A Howl of Romance I'll Get!!! and I will. You know I will.

The Kills
Baby Says


Baby says she's dying to meet you
(someone she hasn't met that she believes she could love)
Take you off and make your blood hum
(breath new life into you)
And tremble like the fairground lights
(electricity..and the power of it)


Baby says if ever you see skin as fair
Or eyes as deep and as black as mine
I'll know you're lying
(there's one person in your life who's image
will be the one image you think of when
you think of love, pain, life, death.)

Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
(I want this...sounds so headstrong)
From all your sleeping dogs, you thugs of God
I'll get one yet
(From the one(s) you probably least expect it from)

Baby says for all I've forsaken
(left behind)
Make something of all the noise
(turn chaos into art)
And the mess you're making
And all the time's it's taken
(time. meaningless now)

Baby says there's death in these silver curls
That break open jails
Send you diving for pearls
Without a care in the world
(the knowledge rage vs quiet and how to live it)

Baby says she's dying to meet you
Take you off and make your blood hum
And tremble like the pinball lights
(reminds me of how you feel when you hear a good
bassline)

Baby says a howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs, you thugs of God
I'll get one yet
(I will...and I can't wait until I do)

" just Tweeted my Talula Twat all over Twitter...."

Working on a series of artworks titled
The South Africa Surf Series 1960.
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Moving forward in the branding project of Talula Love Bottoms means expanding visibility.
I updated Twitter and got everything connected just in time to post that I was pretty sure
I had just Tweeted my Talula Twat all over Twitter.

I just wanted to say twat today.

What is twat anyway? Let's find out. By the end of the week we should have a pretty decent collection
of improperly used words.

Urban Dictionary:

TWAT 12617 up, 1547 down

1) A great word to shout out.
2) A woman's vagina.
3) A blow to the face or genitalia.

4) Used by Tweety.

5) An offensive term for a person.
6) Acronym for The War Against Terrorism.
2) "Nice twat there woman."
3) "You twatted me, I'll twat you back."
4) "Where's dat liddle puddy twat?"
5) "Tony Blair's a twat."
6) "TWAT is going well, don't you think?"

Um...yes it really says tweety. I didn't type it in. I'm not that good I can't make stuff up like that.

You can find groping your best way.

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Maps...
Maps....
and more maps....

I have so many maps right now. The post mistress (why do they call them postmistresses? Let's revisit this in a few..) handed me my package and said in a manly postmistress voice...

"this one's heavy" and I replied "maps" and she...didn't say anything.
I didn't care because in my head I was going!
Maps!
Maps!
Maps! I love maps!!!

..and then there is the moment that I get to touch the maps. Unfold each one into an surprise of color, energy, travel..and even once a coin from the region has fallen out of one.
That's my best story of finding gold at the end of a rainbow.

Then there is the moment when I can't fold them back up but that's a whole other
topic and it probably will involve a email or IM from my college Geography Professor. Of course we keep in touch..we had Chemistry. I mean Geography. lol.

Today my focus is to organize my maps by state and to focus on the bigger picture which is to give the maps the honor and respect they deserve. Sometimes I just rip into them like a cheeseburger...
I love cheeseburgers.
And maps.
Maps. Maps. Maps.

Postmistress: noun,a woman in charge of a post office: term now seldom used. lol.

Endless Traveling Map
Beck

There must be the scene I used to look
Have you seen it already?
In that scene I am standing really far
Draw the map with repetition failure
Burnish my refined sense
And if all roads in this world reaches to a sharpen cliff
Do not be afraid
The map to the future is drawn yourself.

Shouldn't look for short cuts
You can find your own way naturally
Or maybe you've known
Things you've passed aren't everything
The direction you should go

There is no searchlight
You can find groping your best way
No one can figure out if it is right
We are all crossing endless passage

I don't want to talk about conduct life
I don't think I am the answer
All are decided to your circumstances
Much luck across by coincidence
Unhappiness sparks happens many times
All reflects in your mirror
Choose one from many selections
With drawing your endless traveling map

She's running out the door...she's running..she's run. run. run. run. run..

I wasn't sure if I could paint a feather
so I did this study of a feather and as I was doing it onto
the radio....




(yes..I have to listen to the radio
because my ipod is broken and has been broken for so long
that I can also say my ipod is lost...
or possibly stolen. Actually...let's just say I don't have a ipod; and
along with that lets say because I don't have an ipod my life is empty and void of the one thing I love the most.
Music!!!)






....came Creep by Radiohead. You know I love me some head.
Radiohead that is. (see previous blog about additional love of head)
and ironically (isn't that always the case...)
Ironically
You Float Like a Feather...
Thus the creation of this artwork.
Which is available for $20.00 on my Etsy site.

I don't even want to sell it because
I was so excited to see that I could
paint
a
feather....and in doing so summons the devil of the suck ass
radio to play me ONE DECENT SONG...
I thank you for that!!!!
and if there is an IPOD God...
you will send me a new one. Thanks. Appreciate that.
I hate to hear the sound of my breath when I run.
True statement.

Surf Art Week for anyone wanting Holiday's that I don't celebrate like Christmas
Orders.

The waves have come to walk with you...

You have touched my life
So that now
Cathedrals of sound are singing, are singing
The waves have come to walk with you
To where you will live in the land of you,
Land of you
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Here I will carry, carry, carry you

Forever.

The men who love you, you hate the most. In celebration!!!

Original Mixed Media Artwork by TLB.

I just discovered that I like U2.
They are out of the lineup. John Mayer...moves up to the front next
to Phil Collins.

I do have a disclaimer. The ONLY reason I'm revisiting them is because of the upcoming release of the Achtung Baby Cover Album. Depeche Mode does Your So Cruel.
I never read the lyrics to this song until today.
It's also the albums 20 year anniversary...and that means it was released the year I graduated high school.

There's one person in the world who knows how much I dislike U2.
This one's for you.


We crossed the line
Who pushed who over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me
We're cut adrift
We're still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down
My love

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted

The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass RIGHT through you like a ghost
They look for you, but your spirit is in the air
Baby, you're nowhere

Oh...love...
You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

Desparation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug

Oh...love...
You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

She wears my love like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else
Oh love, like a screaming flower
Love...dying every hour...love

You don't know if it's fear or desire
Danger the drug that takes you higher
Head in heaven, fingers in the mire

Her heart is racing, you can't keep up
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust
We are trampled underfoot

Oh...love... You say in love there are no rules
Oh...love...
Sweetheart,
You're so cruel

Oh...love...
To stay with you I'd be a fool
Sweetheart
You're so cruel
---------------------------------------------------
*A day doesn't go by and I can't wait until it does.

So why am I still feeling blue? RIP Mikey Welsh...Talula likes Black Holes too...only her's is now blue.

I Just Painted My Black Hole...Blue!
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If you have followed my blog at all, then you know a few things about me (or the person I am pretending to be today) which is...
I have a thing with black holes.
I feel some how that the universe and I are connected thru similar energies
as the one's that black holes are created from.
Call me crazy...if you are reading this; you probably have in the past anyway.
It's true.
Or...maybe I'm just messin' with you...
in hopes to turn your black hole blue too.

Ok. Talula Love Bottoms is a branding project as mentioned before.
Consistency is most important when branding something...and as I work diligently
each day to try to take my project to the next level.
I have to practice this.

1. We have the original Talula which we recognize as the girl bending over picking up a bar of Sex Wax titled "Pick Up Your Wax, Bitch" which then evolved into the "Pick up Your Cant's" which is funny bc it sounds like pick up your pants (She's bending over...in her panties...get it??).
2. Pick up your cant's is the basis of the branding project. Flawless freedom in art. I don't believe you when you say you can't. Talula is designed to help you break through the barriers of what you believe art is. What society has convinced you that you "think" you can't do. We do this together and then...
3. You become Talula. Another consistency with this is the phrase "Put your Talula on". It means you can't make any mistakes. You are not judged here you are embraced for your flaws and most often the flaw is the most beautiful part of the art.
I believe that.
4. Consistencies in the art are 1. vintage keys (thank god bc steampunk is all the rage right now) 2. lyrics 3. blackholes. I put a lot of them in the art without people knowing. It's like a present. My energy (Talula energy) in your home...hopefully things don't start falling like dominoes.
If so...
Paint your black hole blue.

This song is from the unreleased
Songs from the Black Hole..go figure.
Just a snippet..the whole thing is kinda weird...which I like.
its a space themed rock opera/musical, it was originally envisioned as the follow-up album to The Blue Album, but over the course of recording, the album's concept was discarded and the album was transformed into Pinkerton.[1] SFTBH was, in the words of songwriter Rivers Cuomo, "supposed to be a whole album of songs trans-ed together," meaning a seamless flow from one song to the next (previous examples of this technique include the closing medley of The Beatles' Abbey Road and various Pink Floyd albums including The Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here).

In a 2007 Rolling Stone Rock & Roll Daily feature the album was called one of rock music's "mythical lost masterpieces."[2]

Notice the lyrics I highlighted.
Us black hole people are all alike.

2. "Blast Off!" - [1:58]
[Jonas]
Blast off! Up to the stars we go
And leave behind everything I used to know.
Somebody's giving me a whole lot of money to do
What I think I want too
So why am I still feeling blue?

RIP Mikey Welsh

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