#gutterfly

[dailygutterman]

Gutterman was a slug, now what about a butterfly?

Day 107: Gutterfly :)

[loveindeeair]

Gutterflies

Love,

DeeSignia 🐾

[libidomechanica]

Would writhd about though he went yestering like weakness of the

So neighbour pride: and the human before Juan grew a wish and with in the worlds have doth euer lingers. So gold, a families, thence in dresses breast or they would we are fears are you young people take your first. Would writh’d about though he went yestering like weakness of the first be themselues did nothing down, left me my lips away, ye wadna been in nomenclatures; nor woman! Thou knowe. Below, but, at their behind yet’ I saw and write. Have gone, and its spread with perdition; and them, seas to roam that idle world bursts sixteen a turban, furlough: ’ and, but that would gutterflies that I means hoar those quiet and lean toward and thy hearts and deep grief waving most that which owe to dear contain those ballad or every of gold bigge in his people I was turn his own coat, and was a bland, singeth; stella, who hath on ever and chin for except thee. That Lady Ida’s you more dew.

[ursulacat]

A FLOWER?

IF YOU GO DOWN TO WILLOW FARM TO LOOK FOR BUTTERFLIES, FLUTTERBYES, GUTTERFLIES

OPEN YOUR EYES, IT'S FULL OF SURPRISE EVERYONE LIES

LIKE THE FOX ON THE ROCKS, AND THE MUSICAL BOX

THERE'S MUM AND DAD, AND GOOD AND BAD

AND EVERYONE'S HAPPY TO BE HERE

THERE'S WINSTON CHURCHILL DRESSED IN DRAG

HE USED TO BE A BRITISH FLAG, PLASTIC BAG, WHAT A DRAG

THE FROG WAS A PRINCE, THE PRINCE WAS A BRICK, THE BRICK WAS AN EGG, THE EGG WAS A BIRD

(FLY AWAY YOU SWEET LITTLE THING THEY'RE HARD ON YOUR TAIL)

HAVEN'T YOU HEARD

(THEY'RE GOING TO CHANGE YOU INTO A HUMAN BEING)

YES WE'RE HAPPY AS FISH AND GORGEOUS AS GEESE

AND WONDERFULLY CLEAN IN THE MORNING

WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING WE'RE GROWING EVERYTHING

WE'VE GOT SOME IN WE'VE GOT SOME OUT

WE'VE GOT SOME WILD THINGS FLOATING ABOUT

EVERYONE WE'RE CHANGING EVERYONE

YOU NAME THEM ALL WE HAVE THEM HERE

AND THE REAL STARS ARE STILL TO APPEAR

ALL CHANGE

FEEL YOUR BODY MELT

MUM TO MUD TO MAD TO DAD

DAD DIDDLY OFFICE DAD DIDDLY OFFICE

YOU'RE ALL FULL OF BALL

DAD TO DAM TO DUM TO MUM

MUM DIDDLY WASHING MUM DIDDLY WASHING

YOU'RE ALL FULL OF BALL

LET ME HEAR YOUR LIES WE'RE LIVING THIS UP TO THE EYES

MAMA I WANT YOU NOW

AND AS YOU LISTEN TO MY VOICE

TO LOOK FOR HIDDEN DOORS TIDY FLOORS MORE APPLAUSE

YOU'VE BEEN HERE ALL THE TIME

LIKE IT OR NOT LIKE WHAT YOU GOT

YOU'RE UNDER THE SOIL (THE SOIL THE SOIL)

YES DEEP IN THE SOIL (THE SOIL THE SOIL THE SOIL)

SO WE'LL END WITH A WHISTLE AND END WITH A BANG

AND ALL OF US FIT IN OUR PLACES

No one is using the music player I’m playing sour ready

[callmepippin]

@nervedeep attempt 1 and 2, hastily cobbled together from off sized paper on a moving bus, but nice nonetheless ^^

[gutterfliez]

herofaking -> gutterfliez

finally updating all my info to be Correct bcus ive been neglecting it forever </3

[sanguinemsaucius]

.... and then paused, thought for a moment, and just went BWAP BWAP BWAP BWAP

[tatelikethegallery]

Gutterfly Inc. 2022 Collection One

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Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

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Some of these titles will be similar because there’s a prompt month going on right now; be sure to check out @lukanettejune if you’re interested.

From @emikogale: Dawn | Butterflies | Best Friend | Wedding Roses Ch 2 | Duet | Bandaids

From @renee561: Let the Sun Not Set on Our Love  | Beware the Butterflies, Welcome the Gutterflies | I Want to Marry My Best Friend | Different Duet | Put a Bandaid on it

From @keentrigger-writes: Daydreams in the Sun

From @lenoraishere: You give me butterflies | Best Friends | Duet | Bandaids | Seeking Shelter

From @verfound: Hey Stupid Ch 6 (Complete! Woohoo!) 

From @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers: Sprint Challenge Compilation Post

As always if I missed something that should be included reblog with the link and I’ll reblog it here! If you prefer not to be included in these roundups for any reason please drop me a message, or if you post something that you would like to be sure I include, please drop a link in my asks and I’ll make sure it gets listed (Lukanette endgame only please - see what is the weekly roundup for more details). If you want to be sure I’ve flagged your work for inclusion you can check the quickroundup tag on my blog to see what I’ve got in the queue for this week.

If you find something you like please like/reblog the original post to let the author know you enjoyed their work!

[dr1thunder]

Check out the new GutterFlies blog post! (here)

[elvagodevil]

Sobre supper's ready, la obra magnánima del rock progresivo.

Una piedra angular en la historia del rock progresivo, Supper’s Ready encontró que este género aún en desarrollo estaba apunto de alcanzar su apogeo. Había habido pistas de álbumes de dos dígitos de longitud antes, no menos la propia The Musical Box de 10 minutos de Genesis, pero nada tan conceptualmente épico, tan ambiciosamente ejecutado como Supper’s Ready. Construido a partir de siete partes distintas que forman un conjunto musical irregular, instantáneamente se convirtió en quizás la aventura musical más famosa e influyente en un género y luego estalló en sus bancos creativos con pistas clásicas de todos los tiempos: la plantilla para el adornado, clásico influenciado, lisérgicamente -cargada, heroicamente tonta, peculiarmente inglesa variedad de rock progresivo que luego gobernó el mundo. Según el tecladista Tony Banks: “Cuando lo comenzamos, pensamos que estábamos escribiendo una especie de seguimiento de The Musical Box, y todo iba bastante bien. Luego tuvimos esta canción bonita y bonita, Willow Farm, por sí sola, y pensamos, ¿qué pasaría si de repente pasáramos a esa secuencia de acordes descendentes y feos? Nadie lo estaría esperando. Y una vez que nos metimos en eso, pensamos, bueno, estamos aquí ahora, continuemos, con libertad, y veamos a dónde nos lleva. Cuando reunimos todo y lo escuchamos por primera vez, dijimos: "Oh, esto es bastante bueno". Sin embargo, el ex guitarrista de Genesis, Steve Hackett, insiste ahora en que no estaba convencido de que fuera una buena idea: "Pensé, nadie va a comprar esto, porque es demasiado largo". Las referencias [líricas] son ​​demasiado remotas. Es totalmente ambiguo. Pensé que la primera vez [el jefe de Charisma Records] Tony Stratton-Smith escuchó que iba a decir: 'Lo siento, muchachos, se acabó el juego, se canceló el contrato, recibirán noticias de nuestros abogados' ". En cambio, fue Stratton-Smith quien alentó positivamente a la banda a llevar su música lo más lejos posible, según el productor de Foxtrot David Hitchcock. Al ver su papel como "esencialmente un facilitador", Hitchcock dice que su mayor contribución a la canción fue "explicando que no tenían que tocarla todo el tiempo para grabarla, que podíamos hacerlo sección por sección, con fundidos cruzados y ediciones, luego póngalo todo junto más tarde. Eso les permitió concentrarse durante los tres o cuatro minutos de cada sección, y obtener el mejor rendimiento posible, al mismo tiempo que les permitió traer diferentes sonidos para cada sección, en lugar de reproducirlos directamente con un sonido largo y homogéneo ".

La presión también estaba sobre la banda para encontrar éxitos en las listas. "No en el sentido de hacer que suenen más comerciales", dice Hitchcock, "sino en el sentido de llevar lo que hicieron lo más lejos posible". Las tensiones en el estudio eran abundantes. "Principalmente entre Tony y Peter", dice Hitchcock. "No hubo grandes reventones, solo mucho enfado". Cuando Gabriel comenzó a cantar sobre el solo de teclado en la sección titulada Apocalypse In 9⁄8, Banks admite: “Estaba enojado. "¡Estás cantando en mi bit!" Entonces me di cuenta de que ahora tenía toda la emoción que habíamos estado tratando de crear, especialmente la sección "Seis, seis, seis". Tienes mucho drama en los acordes, entonces lo que hizo en la parte superior lo llevó a otro nivel. Sí, ese medio minuto más o menos es nuestro pico ". La otra gran batalla que Gabriel ganó fue por la letra. "Todos estábamos involucrados como letristas en Foxtrot per se", dice Hackett, "pero Pete insistió en escribir todas las letras para Supper’s Ready". Posteriormente se difundió el rumor de que el núcleo de la narrativa lírica se basaba en una experiencia "sobrenatural" que Gabriel había vivido con su entonces esposa Jill; que Gabriel había estado convencido de que estaba poseída y blandía una cruz improvisada con velas, a lo que ella reaccionó violentamente. Según Hackett, sin embargo, la situación era probablemente más prosaica. "Creo que ha habido un cierto consumo de drogas. Creo que estaba teniendo un mal viaje en un momento dado, y que Pete y un amigo lograron convencerla y sacarla de los horrores o lo que fuera. Así que eso es parte de lo que trata la canción, pero en cierto modo hay una especie de implicación de redención que va con eso

Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off

Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes

As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time

I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right

And it's hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue 

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true

Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies

Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright

Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly

The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand

And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?

I've been so far from here

Far from your warm arms

It's good to feel you again

It's been a long long time

Hasn't it?

I know a farmer who looks after the farm

With water clear, he cares for all his harvest

I know a fireman who looks after the fire

You, can't you see he's fooled you all

Yes, he's here again

Can't you see he's fooled you all?

Share his peace, sign the lease

He's a supersonic scientist

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man

Look, look into my mouth he cries

And all the children lost down many paths

I bet my life you'll walk inside 

Hand in hand

Gland in gland 

With a spoonful of miracle

He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary

We will rock you, rock you little snake

We will keep you snug and warm

Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest

We walked across the fields to see the children of the West

But we saw a host of dark skinned warriors standing still below the ground

Waiting for battle

The fight's begun, they've been released

Killing foe for peace, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

And they've given me a wonderful potion

'Cause I cannot contain my emotion

And even though I'm feeling good

Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule

Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate

The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord

Wandering in the chaos the battle has left

We climb up the mountain of human flesh

To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life

A young figure sits still by a pool

He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool

He is you

Social Security took care of this lad

We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower

A flower?

If you go down to Willow Farm

To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies

Open your eyes, it's full of surprise

Everyone lies like the fox on the rocks

And the musical box

Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad

And everyone's happy to be here

There's Winston Churchill dressed in drag

He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag

The frog was a prince

The prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird 

(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail) 

Hadn't you heard? (they're going to change you into a human being!) 

Yes, we're happy as fish and gorgeous as geese

And wonderfully clean in the morning

We've got everything, we're growing everything

We've got some in, we've got some out 

We've got some wild things floating about 

Everyone, we're changing everyone

You name them all, we've had them here

And the real stars are still to appear

(All change!)

Feel your body melt

Mum to mud to mad to dad 

Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office

You're all full of ball

Dad to dam to dumb to mum 

Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing

You're all full of ball

Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the eyes

Ooh, aah, na-na-na 

Momma I want you now

And as you listen to my voice

To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause

You've been here all the time

Like it or not, like what you got

You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)

Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)

So we'll end with a whistle and end with a bang 

And all of us fit in our places

With the guards of Magog, swarming around

The Pied Piper takes his children underground

Dragons coming out of the sea

Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me

He brings down the fire from the skies

You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes

Better not compromise, it won't be easy

666 is no longer alone

He's getting out the marrow in your backbone

And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll

Gonna blow right down inside your soul

Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon

In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue

Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?

I've been so far from here, far from your loving arms

Now I'm back again

And babe, it's gonna work out fine

Can't you feel our souls ignite?

Shedding ever-changing colours

In the darkness of the fading night

Like the river joins the ocean

As the germ in a seed grows 

We have finally been freed to get back home

There's an angel standing in the sun

And he's crying with a loud voice

"This is the supper of the mighty one"

Lord of Lords, King of Kings

Has returned to lead his children home

To take them to the new Jerusalem

[anaeltritura]

Willow Farm: Butterflies, Flutterbyes & Gutterflies / acuarela / digital

[itsacon10]

If you go down to Willow Farm

To look for butterflies, flutterbyes, gutterflies

Open your eyes, it's full of surprise

Everyone lies like the fox on the rocks

And the musical box

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“She turnd his habitual feeling yams”)

She turnd his habitual feeling  yams, cald my mind the describing  new black at the Ten original  Intellecting worlds would fall,  althoughts no idol,—t is verse liveliest,  dun and crushd out, why though  each lead all they soul traged in  vain, and of sweet said, And myself  amethyst wrecks? “better lodged my call:  I could me she should tell may her view  struck them the market  scarce even goods made, in her jungle  geometry instancy. And  others wake,” no moment which had thou  thus, teapot, the pair; these are  may seems the very worth from  my Injury, the delight were  the gutterfly with  more long the gather border  and rathers bed all our  court am I still alone; juan  had kills where is adulates  are shes present cut  die to see there not going  the Maria! The  mathematically  some fearful to be you  lookes, when we still-felt the  pleasuring there are thee morn.

[rasmusriiskjaer]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaogL_Aws10)

[alloweentheboss]

Cover model: Laughing Jack What topic do you prefer: 1. The monochrome clown 2. How to make a gutterfly in 5 mins 3. Drawing tips: Want to do a full color pic but there are only white, black and grey can you use 4. 163 ways to spend time: When you stuck in a box for decades 5. Holes on pillow: That damn nose