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Worn... this is something like a worn bird, whose wings are too old and wound, and whose body is too tired to fly.. the world is only a memory behind
The lyrics is about a mysterious character who is unable to put up with the mediocrity and hypocrisy of society. Ironic lines follow one another offering the most original paradoxes ever: christian holy figures tired of their wretchedness and tempted by the possibility of a Nobel Prize; a tough competition between the Statue of liberty and a mythical Statue of Pity...
By the end of this queer and cryptic song, the guy has dropped a bomb at the masquerade ball. I made this illustration without preliminary sketches, thus the naive touch and some random imperfections. I used a superfine black pen on A4 paper, while listening to the song for about four (maybe more?) times in a row with my ipod shuffle.