Industrial design

The industrial style is more of a masculine style, with exposed pipes and beams. The main materials used in decorating are bricks and concrete. The furniture, often unfinished, is usually paired with antiques.

Portrait of Heinrich George - Otto Dix

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Just Say Goodbye

I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
       happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
       no more
       all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
       gone.
All eyes on me-never end
   walking
     slowly
       away.

There and back

It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such

We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right

The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way

Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another

The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above

The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time

Mosaic at the Church of St. Mark, Cortona, Italy - Gino Severini

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Follow The Map

I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you

CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too

I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice

CHORUS x 2

All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt

CHORUS x 2

I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17

CHORUS x 1

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Feeling insecure, are we?

we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...

Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
       (don’t be alarmed
        dear, it isn’t really mine,
        this is only stage make-up...
        and I put it on sometimes,
        when I want to hide
        or pretend to be
        anyone but me...
        You understand, don’t you?)

Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
       (I fancy them passionate purple and red,
        but you disagree
        claiming they’re deceitful green.
        and when they float
        from my mouth
        dear, you’ll find they buzz
        around your ear,
        until they decide
        it is safe to crawl in.
        next, the decision is your's alone
                will you chew on them for the time being
                savoring what they have to offer,
                will you find them true
                and better than all that saccharin shit
                you’ve been eating up till now?
                will you be finicky, as you usually are,
                will you go in unwillingly,
                and find they are rotten
                will you spit them on the sidewalk
                and run quickly away?
                will you mold my words...
                like jell-o...or play-doh
                ...or kids with mashed potatoes...
                and then, when your new sculpture is complete
                ...a masterpiece in its own right...
                will you hand it back to me
                ...well, by then, it's not the same
                ...words switched, meaning’s changed)

Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)
       

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