I see a lot of calls for help in the dog rescue world, and I wish I could save them all. But it’s not possible, and you know, I’m learnin’ on taking care of myself now. So, I have to pass and hold onto the hope they make it into a loving home. It’s never easy.
Anyway, this is Gary. I hope he gets the love he deserves ❤️
Sooo, this drawing is of a character in a song, or what I’ve perceived to be the character anyway.
Some songs are written in such a way that the whole story reveals itself to you in your mind, you know? I’ve been wanting to draw this character I tend to envision for awhile now, but I never felt like taking the challenge, I guess. It feels rather satisfying to see him finally take form!
Styrofoam Boots : Modest Mouse
Well all’s not well But I’m told that it’ll all be quite nice You’ll be drowned in boots like Mafia But your feet will still float like Christ’s
And I’ll be damned They were right I’m drowning upside down My feet afloat like Christ’s I’m in heaven Trying to figure out which stack They’re going to stuff us atheists into When Peter and his monkey laugh And I laugh with them I’m not sure what at They point and say We’ll keep you in the back Polishing halos, baking manna and gas
Well some guy comes in looking a bit like everyone I ever seen He moves just like Crisco disco Breath a hundred percent Listerine He says looking at something else But directing everything to me Anytime anyone gets on their knees to pray Well it makes my telephone ring
And I’ll be damned He said you were right No one’s running this whole thing He had a theory too He said that God takes care of himself God takes takes care of himself And you of you
I am a magnet for broken pieces I am attracted to broken people I pick ’em up and now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like my fault And it looks like I’m caught red-handed
Hit over the head, epiphany Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Only I know where all the bodies are buried Thought by now I’d find ’em just a little less scary Might get easier but you don’t get used to it Keep on autopilot, What’s the body count up to now, captain?
Hit over the head, epiphany Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
Come on out with your hands up Come on out with your hands up I’m coming out with my hands up,
Hit over the head, epiphany Over my head, repeatedly Thick skull never did nothing for me Same lesson again? Come on, give it to me
I pick ’em up And now my fingers are bleeding And it looks like I’m caught red-handed
Songwriters: Hayley Nichole Williams / Taylor York / Zach Farro