tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69451823542856433122012-02-16T01:57:12.718-08:00The Sam Branton Quintethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687098428901517271noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6945182354285643312.post-5684111903641956362008-09-24T06:34:00.000-07:002009-04-18T10:06:56.546-07:00<div align="left"></div><div align="left">Something’s happening to you The street you’re walking down won’t end and the exits have all disappeared You hear a sound which is corroded but comforting You know that if you try to run the walls will catch up so you join the insomniacs and the sleepwalkers That sweet memory you try hard to remember is missing too many pieces Whatever it takes to make them drown Can’t handle the pumping feeling The lampposts stand to attention The moon is now your only companion You can’t stand the nocturnal grin It spreads every time you return Your reflection now only shows a hazy mirage What you recognise doesn’t recognise you Your head is growing heavy You can’t resist the feeling Its taking over It’s alien to your senses You discover your body has been keeping secrets Oxygen’s no good to you Pleasure has defeated the fitness Evolution has been a waste of time Whatever the graveyard was looking after has been abandoned You swear there’s only one car in this town She’s no good now Her face masks another’s Her body is controlled by another’s The remote's been thrown away No one knows who’s taken over Being cool is boring and the rain is a cliché </div><p align="left"><br /> </p><div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb79oDbEiuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/hO-Uz6COF4Y/s1600-h/art1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313963474899208930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb79oDbEiuI/AAAAAAAAAe8/hO-Uz6COF4Y/s320/art1.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="left"><em>Memories of green, c</em>harcol on paper, 2009<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313965357339081666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb7_VoDte8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/toKBdAfixXI/s400/artfinal1.jpg" border="0" /> <em>You have burned the brighest, c</em>harcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958178204332466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb74zvsmsbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JE37owEvmIo/s400/a3.jpg" border="0" /> <em>Maybe when our story's over, c</em>harcol on paper, 2009<br /></p><div align="left"><em></em><br /> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313958170190151666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb74zR13__I/AAAAAAAAAeE/JUOuF9tXecw/s400/a2.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left"><em>Between God and me, </em>charcol on paper, 2009<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959486121312738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb75_4EUAeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/apU3DR5Yh8M/s400/a8.jpg" border="0" /> <em>I could devour you,</em> charcol on paper, 2009 </div><p align="center"><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314893775376376050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScJLuqw-YPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/1UosyZUDoK0/s400/30a.jpg" border="0" /><em>Just take me with you</em>, Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314189247680736994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb_K9wk17uI/AAAAAAAAAfk/dhU1uCJNWTE/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /> <em>His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean,</em> Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314520697905358498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScD4as4cJqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/chL4RXqKuJc/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /> <em>Some people call me friend</em>, Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320602960233244818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/SdaUM9uYKJI/AAAAAAAAAos/63fT3H9pHQA/s400/scary2.jpg" border="0" /> <em>If you didn't wanna play the game then why did you come to the party?<br /></em>Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314189246336417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Sb_K9rkVPbI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UEl9QkA2ddM/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /> <em>Boys, forget the whale</em>, Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314875168071428082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScI6zlJxJ_I/AAAAAAAAAhU/SyKxtPr4xeU/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /> <em>I can change I swear</em>, Charcol on paper, 2009<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570615639642194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvOTR1BkFI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2OwvNMQpzys/s400/whispers.jpg" border="0" /> </p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317280213082573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrGLoAADGI/AAAAAAAAAis/r6ljujAwjWk/s400/sam2aa.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Childs Play</span>, Pencil on Paper, 70cm x 90cm, 2008<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317280222125945762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrGMJsG86I/AAAAAAAAAi0/HQJxvYXFnEk/s400/sam21a.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">They're are heroes in the seaweed</span><br />Pencil on paper, 40cm x 78cm, 2008<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317295640147295730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrUNmS2ffI/AAAAAAAAAj8/OBZ4nLHfgzk/s400/web7.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317295646562960674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrUN-MdxSI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ie7WtZSxUnc/s400/web6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317295641703267682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrUNsF0vWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gKp4xtgkg6Q/s400/web2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317302810562922418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Scrau-LKB7I/AAAAAAAAAls/cBpzEaki2Z8/s400/invitepdffinal1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317280231488412914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrGMskS3PI/AAAAAAAAAjE/jtW3Um1B4pw/s400/signal.JPG" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">They were asked if the were Gods and they said no</span><br />Pencil on paper, 2008<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567906788254434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvL1mkhouI/AAAAAAAAAmU/yoOKEDScoSU/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317572789780340194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvQR1Ij3eI/AAAAAAAAAnM/483Jk9LvEi8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317295654826497058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrUOc-pVCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/FTT7QWxYS6w/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570603239473010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvOSjol_3I/AAAAAAAAAmk/s3H_G5VcR6E/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570589304381154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvORvuNXuI/AAAAAAAAAmc/H0bKs5t45I0/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317295647179816434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrUOAfiPfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/XJsDKpT0VqM/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570615086311122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvOTPxGZtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/YMP9IlvCxo4/s400/098.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570611282177586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvOTBmH7jI/AAAAAAAAAms/P8s5mFwDFKo/s400/101.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317297818329313970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrWMYp6crI/AAAAAAAAAkk/u7ROj2PORog/s400/samb1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The line that I shoot and what never miss</span><br />Pencil on paper, 29cm x 19cm, 2007<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317297825549121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrWMzjP-QI/AAAAAAAAAlE/BVgthXRpy9U/s400/samb5.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">I feel funky</span>, Pencil on paper, 29cm x 29cm, 2007</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317297823298859602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrWMrKvslI/AAAAAAAAAk8/2D5Pcsrsnd8/s400/samb4.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Hubba-Bubba</span>, Pencil on paper, 29cm x 24cm, 2007 </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317297822312632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrWMnfnD4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/nhjbuOxDhR0/s400/samb3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Blush</span>, Pencil on paper, 28cm x 28cm, 2007 </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317299715962954770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrX615B5BI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Pk-MFVcFNtE/s400/samb7.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">What was I suppose to do?</span> Pencil on paper, 29cm x 40cm, 2007<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317299725080208306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScrX7X2wI7I/AAAAAAAAAlU/8GhVrHcYZ-o/s400/sam1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Heaven on a saturday night</span>, Pencil on paper, 80cm x 100cm, 2007</div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596272169084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/Scvlor2UZXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/bLb4vYrzGnc/s400/sam4.jpg" border="0" /><em>You're gonna love the way they tickle</em>, Pencil on paper, 28cm x 40cm, 2007<br /></p><p><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317596265829094738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvloUOv1VI/AAAAAAAAAnc/MMWPpAwzOZg/s400/sam3a.jpg" border="0" /> <em>She did that on purpose</em>, Pencil on paper, 28cm x 40cm, 2007 </p><p><br /><br /><br /> </p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567874559808786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvLzugqlRI/AAAAAAAAAmM/zFdiqNmV9JI/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567860801321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvLy7QYutI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xC1PwbHyBbI/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567866187696434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvLzPUmSTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Lq97gtpitgk/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317572783804615618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O2406ohJaWk/ScvQRe31i8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/6ilIITg1ecQ/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6945182354285643312-568411190364195636?l=eroticabeastia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Sam Branton Quintethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04687098428901517271noreply@blogger.com1