Image by Karen Roe
The BT Artbox Story
The good old British phone box was designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott to commemorate King
George V’s Silver Jubilee.
This year we’ve got a Diamond Jubilee and London 2012 to look forward to, so we decided we needed to do something to celebrate.
That something turned into BT ArtBox. It’s a campaign that thrives on the nation’s artistic talent.
Across London’s streets you’ll find replicas of the Gilbert Scott phone box, transformed by the
imaginations of some of our very best creative minds.
Then later on we’ll be auctioning all the boxes off to raise money for ChildLine’s 25th anniversary.
“The Poetry of Life”
Artist: The DnA Factory
Location: Old Spitalfield’s Market
This sweet scent of memory,
green hills and pleasant seems
the cool dew in distant dreams of birdsong,
nostalgia bathes the scene,
And my heart belongs to thee.
Within this soft and satin world
these tears will dry and leave no stain,
as rain implores the sun
to kiss your hair, your face and hands
a feather’s touch upon the skin.
Of diamond edge and gilt refrain
a pledge of life and love,
to the follower of dusty trails
across the sea, the land, the sky
the Seeker seeks and so will Find.
Mighty as the Queen of Bees
gold dust heavy on silver wings
a diamond hard, will cut it seems
fair and foul and fair again
uphold the laws of majesty.
We journey long, as far as eyes can see
beyond which, time is light and air
all full to brimming through Englands green,
rose tint in the mirror sheen
romance the fire and melody.
Of suns rise and sets full
moons and stars all things forgot
just look beyond the here and now
the dream is all, safe and warm
in hope, for peace and charity of soul.
For here is Life and Love and All You Ever Dreamed Of.
Question by : What do you think of these lyrics I wrote?
About my life.
Son graduatin’ college, that was momma’s dream,
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned eighteen,
Cause when you got a fast car, you think you got everything.
But I learned real quick those GTO’s don’t run on faith,
I ended up broken down in some town north of L.A.,
Workin’ minimum wage, and maximum hours.
What do you think? Answer below!
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xoxo
December 28, 2012 at 5:24 am
Sounds good. Can’t wait to read the rest of the lyrics. What’s it called?
Mitsuka-Chan
December 28, 2012 at 5:28 am
its a good start, but if your gona make it into a song you will need alot more lyrics!!! good job
Bailey S
December 28, 2012 at 6:16 am
Good but try to have more flow it falls a bit flat…still good though…actually great start good that you used letters that’ll probably be catchy and stuck peoples heads for weeks…keep writing!
XoXo
Brittany M
December 28, 2012 at 6:52 am
ohmygawd it is sooooo good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i really hope you do well in the music business!!!!!!
can you record a song for us?????????
halieexbabee17xo
December 28, 2012 at 7:52 am
Does’t Montgomery Gentry sing that song??
.::♥Christa♥::.
December 28, 2012 at 8:14 am
Yeah Montgomery Gentry sings this song. It’s called Something To Be Proud Of. Lyrics to the actual song:
There’s a story that my daddy tells religiously
Like clockwork every time he sees an opening
In a conversation about the way things used to be
Well I’d just roll my eyes and make a bee-line for the door
But I’d always END up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man, the things I heard
It was harder times and longer days
Five miles to school, uphill both ways
We were cane switch raised, and dirt floor poor
‘Course that was back before the war
Yeah, your uncle and I made quite a pair
Flying F-15’s through hostile air
He went down but they missed me by a hair
He’d always stop right there and say…
That’s something to be proud of
That’s a life you can hang your hat on
That’s a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin’
Or a newborn baby cryin’
In the arms of the woman that you love
That’s something to be proud of
So I’m graduatin’ college, that was mama’s dream
But I was on my way to anywhere else when I turned 18
Cuz when you gotta fast car you think you’ve got everything
I learned quick those GTO’s don’t run on faith
I ended up broken down in some town north of L.A.
Working maximum hours for minimum wage
Well, I fell in love, next thing I know
The babies came, the car got slow
I sure do miss that old hot rod
But you sure save gas in them foreign jobs
Dad, I wonder if I ever let you down
If you’re ashamed how I turned out
Well, he lowered his voice, then he raised his brow
Said, lemme tell ya right now
That’s something to be proud of
That’s a life you can hang your hat on
You don’t need to make a million
Just be thankful to be workin’
You can do with what your able
And putting food there on the table
And providing for the family that you love
That’s something to be proud of
And if all you ever really do is the best you can
Well, you did it man
That’s something to be proud of
That’s a life you can hang your hat on
That’s a chin held high as the tears fall down
A gut sucked in, a chest stuck out
Like a small town flag a-flyin’
Or a newborn baby cryin’
In the arms of the woman that you love
That’s something to be proud of
That’s something to be proud of
Yeah, that’s something to be proud of
That’s something to be proud of
Now that’s something to be proud of
B T
December 28, 2012 at 8:25 am