song: every sad song

every sad song

you might get the blues but you’ve still got to choose

no one else can walk in your shoes

your promises stood until they fell

your life felt like heaven but who can tell?

the worst thing’s the best thing that can’t stand its ground

the way up’s the break ups the heart hits the ground

every sad song sounds like

something ending

every sad song sounds like

something bending too far

so here we are, so here we are

every sad song stuck in our hearts

every sad song sounds like

something ending

every sad song sounds like

something bending too far

so here we are…

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Gears of Joy

Gears of Joy, collage by Douglas Brent Smith This is page 305 of Journal #33, Life in Progress.

Wild Towers -- collage by Douglas Brent Smith Notes: In the lower right corner is one of my favorite photos -- my brother Dave and me at Grandmom and Grandpop Rogers' house. If you look closely you can see Grandpop Rogers sitting in his chair. He was probably reading the newspaper, the Bridgeton Evening News. It was a great newspaper in those days and Grandpop read it front to back every night. There are more clear versions of this picture, probably even in other collages because I love it so much. Those were wonderful days and I miss my little brother so much.

Bugs In The System

Bugs In The System, collage, mixed media by Douglas Brent Smith

She Could Juggle Anything

She Could Juggle Anything, sketch by Douglas Brent Smith, from Journal #34, Mission Control. Juggling is dancing. Objects join in the dance. Sometimes you control those objects, sometimes those objects appear to control you. The illusion is part of the fun.

All At Once with Trap Doors

All At Once with Trap Doors, mixed media by Douglas Brent Smith

Back Inner Cover

Back Inner Cover of Journal #33, Life In Progress, by Douglas Brent Smith, A collage that's not exactly a typical collage. It's what I often do with the back inner covers of my journals -- simply randomly put stickers, stamps, name tags, and other sticky objects.

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