The Lonely Genius.

I’d like to listen to your opinion 🙂

This is my portrait of Mister Peter Doherty.
He’s one of my biggest inspirations and this is my way to present him.
The lyrics in the background written are all from himself and they should show his brilliancy as a poet and songwriter.
He himself is presented in black and white because everyone just sees him black or white. Whether he’s the addict or he’s the unbelievable last forgotten Rock’n’Roller. But if you lift the curtain there’s more than just “Pete” – there’s Mister Peter Doherty as personality and own human being.

If you want to look at it in a higher quality you can follow this link: http://img197.imageshack.us/i/img1729tt.jpg/.

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The unbelievable Billy Bilo.

I made a video for and of Peter Doherty and it would be nice if you’d check it out.

Breathe.

Some people have a perfect plan for their life.
They want to become a doctor or they just know that they want to earn a lot of money.
They want to buy a cabriolet, when they’re at the beginning of getting old and the ending of looking handsome.

I don’t think that these people know what living means.
Living means… to breathe.

To breathe the love of your friends.
To breathe the sound of Arcady.
To breathe the happiness around you.
To breathe the smell of liberty.

The liberty of living a real life.

Elixir of Life.

My life is inspired from you.

Useless without your nice voice.

Senseless without your deep meanings.

It makes me sick, not to listen to you every minute.

Cause you make my brain twist & shout.

Arcady.

Have you just heard about Arcady?

Where you can come and live your life for free?

You can dance & sing,

laugh & swing,

and even fly with one wing.

Just take the next trip,

direction nowhere – ticketprice hip.

Just jump into the bus,

which is carrying you right to us.

Go, take the ride,

if you decide,

that there’s more,

than just this floor.

Break free.

My mind is full of loneliness.
I cannot stop the loneliness.
My head’s full of anger,
my heart’s full of hate.
My stomach mumbles bad things,
my hands want to break.
They want to stop the hate,
the anger and things, so bad.
They want to take my neck – and break it,
break it away from my empty head.

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