Thursday, January 20, 2011

Excuse me, Sir,
I'm lost I'm looking for a place where I can get lost.
I'm looking for a home for my malfunctioning being;
I'm looking for the mechanical music museum.

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you.

Excuse me, Miss,
I'm a dog on heat, I'm a complicated being with love songs to beat.
I'm a problem-solving baby who could march all night.
I'm a mechanical music man and I'm starting a fire.

Excuse me, Child,
I am trying to see all the colors and wonder your brightness can be.
Return to nothingness and joy just might be right,
But prepare yourself for a mechanical fright.

This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.
This is a warning I'll spell it out for you, for you.

Excuse me, Son,
I'm found I'm looking for a place where I was once found.
There's nothing in a world where the melody is broken;
There's always some way to make the silence be spoken.

2 comments:

tp said...

Lovely. I wonder what the pre-leap and post-leap frames show. There is a delicious power in her motion that begs the eye to linger. Thank you for catching this bird in flight for us.

Alli Harvey said...

No leap, just a gentle arabesque, but thanks, TP. She was moving gracefully and I was awkwardly shooting through the underbelly of a grand piano.

Some of the other shots are actually framed by the legs of the piano. Interesting for sure, but this image was right for the words.