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Sketch and a song… an attempt at random blogging

It's been a while since I posted a random sketch. So here you go:
This is one of the Basata sketches, which I have been wondering what to do with for a while now. This morning, upon waking up to the sound of a metal saw, I finally decided to go about 80% Rolling Stones and paint it gray.



It comes with some of my occasional bouts of songwriting/ poetry/ lyrical nonsense attached, so, for completeness sake, here's that as well!

A night of stars
over cold white sands
the fire was burning
this is it's end…

And two people who belong together
feeling so alone
huddling under a blanket
to share the warmth
they talk and they talk and they talk and they talk
it all comes to nothing

it's the wrong place and time…

This is never
this is always
this is us at three in the morning
this is the end of the fire's waning
and the world

Two weary travelers
on the roads of life
No stops no home
and no respite
meet on the crossroads
that lead down separate ways

they walk and they walk and they walk and they talk
it leads to nowhere

which path to take?

This is never
this is always
this is us at three in the morning
this is the end of the fire's waning
and the world

I'm slightly embarrassed, but hope you enjoyed this anyway!

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