The Past Meets The Future Swap |
Lady Time (LTC #116)
I carved a number of images for this swap. For some reason steampunk just seems to be my kryptonite. I was listening to music during my last carve and inspiration struck. I think that the song I was listening to was very fitting. I never know where inspiration will come from, this time I have to thank Bette Midler as my muse. Here is Lady Time's theme song:
"Oh Industry"
"Oh Industry" Clip from the Movie "Beaches"
I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lady of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.
Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
Time is my wife. Coursing through my mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
What have I ever done?
Where did I go wrong?
Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Of me?
Lady of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.
Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
Time is my wife. Coursing through my mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
What have I ever done?
Where did I go wrong?
Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?
Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Of me?
feat: Bette Midler
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