Sunday, July 02, 2006


Her feelings she hides
Her dreams she can't find
She's losing her mind
She's fallen behind
She can't find her place
She's losing her faith
She's fallen from grace
She's all over the place

She wants to go home
But nobody's home
It's where she lies
Broken inside

There's no place to go
No place to go to dry her eyes

Broken inside

She's lost inside
Lost inside

Part of Avril Lavigne's song, "Nobody's Home" Posted by Picasa


Oliviah said...

Well bummer...reading the lyrics doesn't have nearly the impact that hearing the song does.

(This is another old Apophysis image.)

I slept most of the day, feels like I have the flu. Bleh.

They say you can never go back home. I wonder, if you could go back home to a literal place & time that was "home" & nothing was changed at all, like it had been frozen in time--would it still feel like home? Because we change.

Would we still fit there? Belong?

Home is a state of mind, I think.

Trée said...

When you add the title to the image, the image just pops in my mind in ways without the title it would never have done. I see the figure of a person, head bent over and they are flexing their arm while curling their tightly held fist upwards toward their head. That image with the red coloring and the title of angst works so well together as a unified whole. Glorious work Oliviah.

Now I'm off to listen to the song and add that layer of experience to the whole.

Oh, almost forgot. I've been back to several places many years later. None of them looked or felt the same. I suppose it's not the place, but us that makes the experience. When we change, so does our view of the place in question. Ever notice when you revisit a place from your childhood that you haven't seen since you were a child, notice how small everything looks compared to your memory of it? In my mind my elementary school is a hugh building. Now, visiting as an adult, it just looks like someone shrunk it. :-D

Oliviah said...

trée, I remember going back to visit my parents after I had lived out of state for a while and I was surprised that my dad looked "smaller" than I had remembered. I guess as a child I saw him as a giant. I still do, only in a different way.

Now, I am going to find some music by (guess who?)...James Blunt...I just have to find it. ;)

Trée said...

Oliviah, if you go to Autumn's site, aka Sunshine, you will find her review of the concert last night plus the video of James singing Goodbye My Lover from Stripped Music.

If you go to Here you can find him singing five of his songs. Enjoy. :-)

Oliviah said...

Woohoo.......I'm on my way!

mackeydoodle said...

I know Avril is considered a "popstar" but I do like some of her songs & the messages in them. I like this one.
Cool fractal too!
Oh & thanks for adding me to your links.

Oliviah said...

mackeydoodle, I never heard of Avril Lavigne until someone played this song for me. The part of the song that I quoted really moved me so I listened to some other songs of hers. I liked a few of, most of them didn't really grab my attention. I wonder what her music will be like when she is a bit older. ;)

Evydense said...

My first reaction to this was sadness. I guess I don't see the angst in the fractal but I do in the lyrics, so the contrast slaps me in the face!!

I agree with the 'going back home'. It'll always remain the way we remember it, not the way it is.

jane said...

the words & the graphic seem to fit like hand & glove.