Got my finger on the trigger, but I don't know who to trust. When I look into your eyes, there's just devils and dust. Were a long long way from home, Bob. Homes a long long way from us. Feel a dirty wind a blowin, devils and dust. I got God on my side and I'm just trying to survive, but if what you do to survive kills the things you love, fear is a powerful thing, it'll turn your heart black, you can trust. It'll take your God filled soul, fill it with devils and dust. Well I dreamed of you last night in a field of blood and stone... the blood began to dry, the smell began to rise. Well I dreamed of you last night in a field of mud and bones and the blood began to dry and the snow began to rise, we've got God on our side and were just trying to survive. But if what you do to survive kills the things you love, fears a powerful thing, it'll turn your heart black, you can trust. It'll take your God filled soul and fill it with devils and dust. Now every woman and every man they won't take a righteous stand, find the love that God wills and the faith that he commands. I've got my finger on the trigger, tonight faith just ain't enough. When I look inside my heart, there's just devils and dust, but I got God on my side and I'm just trying to survive, but if what you do to survive kills the things you love, fears a dangerous thing, it'll turn your heart black you can trust. It'll take your God filled soul, fill it with devils and dust.

Love it.

Degas would be jealous. This is so much fun to look at. I can feel the excitement of a bunch of dancers about to perform. They make me think of a flock of slightly silly-yet-beautiful birds.

I wasn't born yesterday.

nice work

quite wonderfully..thanks for asking....mine is bigger than yours..lol

good stuff

Makes me think of The Lace maker, of course. Well, if Vermeer had been a lot more adventurous with colour and teetering on the edge of expressionism.

Quite nicely done

I think you should change the title to "the lady with the golden nipples"