Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Nena - 99 Luftballons

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons
99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons
99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
I was listening to my old playlist recently to recover this. Before I knew about the background of this song, I simply liked the sound of it, but it was after I learned of the stories that the meaning impacted on me. This song has a strong message, written by the band in 1983. One of the band members claimed of seeing the shape-shifting balloons when nearing the East Berlin horizon, during a Rolling Stone concert, depicting how that even in a relatively small land of Berlin, when divided by Berlin Wall, created two very different world, and how people are separated. This song sang of the meaningless of war and fight... However, no matter how powerful is this song, the Berlin Wall was not down, until much later in 1989.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Happy 51st Anniversary, Doctor Who!

Taken from DoctorWhoTV

It's the last hour of 23-11-2014 at my timezone, and I'm sure it is overlapping with UK time, so it IS the same date over there now. This means, it is 51 years since Doctor Who started! It had been a journey, and even though I only know about Doctor Who very recently (this is what my generation missed I guess, Doctor Who was practically missing during our childhood), it has been getting great since.

Last year was the very celebrated 50th Anniversary where we have a special with The Day of The Doctor. We had all these doctors and plus a small glimpse of the latest doctor, Peter Capaldi.

In 23rd November of 1963, 5.16pm, The pilot episode 'An Unearthly Child' was aired in UK, by BBC, featuring the First Doctor (or Doctor Who) William Hartnell. And the show had been on a roller coaster ride since...

In 2014, however, we get to know more about the Twelfth Doctor. It was an incredible year and so many things happened to the storyline, in just one year - or rather, in just one season. There are so many reason to like this show, from the acting to backstage, to scripts, to sound effects, to costumes, to special effects, to video editing, to even publicity!

Saw this fanmade video and thought the song and video was quite good, so I shared it here...

Weeping Cherubs

Shortly after drawing the Weeping Angel piece, I went on to draw on the Weeping Cherubs. I used the concept art in BBC website as a reference, for this technical drawing.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Weeping Angel

What else can I say? Weeping angel. I always love the details of statues and Weeping Angel gave me more boost in why I need to at least try to draw them. First, I can omit the colours and focus on the texture. And yea, I could just put this on some Whovian's page just to make them upset for a while, haha.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The verses are very powerful that the moment I heard it on Interstellar, I made a small note on it. Written by a Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, about his dying father. To me anything in this format sounds like poem, obviously because I'm not a literature major and I'm probably the last person you should ask about language; however, it was categorized as villanelle as well.

Anyway, by reading the words, you could have feel the force in it. Even though part of what I aspire were more of a peaceful death, or an accepance of the inevitability of an end, but part of me knew this kind of thoughts would still arise. The last moment, to give it a last push and not go in vain. It was that tiny little bit of this that actually existed on the day my father left. I asked, so often, is it that easy - to just leave like that? But I saw the mixture, the struggle, the desire to be alive - and after that, the rest-in-peace part. I guess it was part of a process.

But of course, this poem could be of good use, whenever you are drowning while trying to stay afloat. Remember at least the first few verses, for that is what it must have feel like - to be a live, to want to live - a survival instinct.

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