Photographer's Note

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts
She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To think of them all alone in the dark
So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean
Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the generosity
I took all that I could, it was free
Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint
Its a room Im renovating; its a name I got to change
If I get out of California Im going back to my home state
To tell them all that I made a mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith
Lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out of your mind trying to escape
From the panicked paradox of day to day
If you cant understand something then its best to be afraid
.....
I had to change the combination to the safe
Hide it all behind a wall let people wait
And never trust a heart that is so bent it cant break

( classic cars by bright eyes )

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taken at METU Science and Technology Museum...not a very creative shot, but I like the colours.

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Additional Photos by Fusun Konyali (tehanu_f) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 769 W: 134 N: 1085] (6896)
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