I can understand abandoning art. Sometimes it’s just not you anymore. Sometimes it serves a purpose for you and then it loses meaning once things change (they always do). Creation of art gets you through some hard stuff, but after the dark times are over the art feels like a shell. There’s just not the same feeling in the piece because you’re no longer relying on it to make you feel something. I hope you’re doing well, wherever and whenever you are, Pim.
@@Aydin_Mata there is a lyrics channel that I follow, thanks to her I got the chance to know about Pim. About 2-3 days ago she post something about him. She said she heard some rumors about pim is working on a new song and ask his manager on instagram to make sure. His manager said "Hi, thanks for your massage. Pim is find he's still just working on new music - I don't really know what else to say."
Tell me this isn’t true Is this really the end? And as all the leaves rustle above us And as all the dirt covers our skin Rest your head onto my chest I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had We danced barefooted in the grass We read big heavy books and we were smart Our only drug was our love And boy did we get high When we smoked each other up And as all the leaves rustle above us And as all the dirt covers our skin Rest your head onto my chest I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had My love my one true friend Is this really the end? We worked hard And we made lots of money And when we had enough to be happy we gave the rest away We didn’t complain much We were good with what we had Oh how we were happy And as all the leaves rustle above us And as all the dirt covers our skin Rest your head onto my chest I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had We traveled to lands and then beyond Found ourselves a boat and sailed into the sun Oh how we were happy In the life we could have had Rest your head onto my chest I’ll tell you stories of the dream we could have lived Of the places we could have seen Of the things we could have done Of the people we could have been Now every word is a whisper And every sound is a song And as all the leaves rustle above us There’s no knowing then This is the end
I can understand abandoning art. Sometimes it’s just not you anymore. Sometimes it serves a purpose for you and then it loses meaning once things change (they always do). Creation of art gets you through some hard stuff, but after the dark times are over the art feels like a shell. There’s just not the same feeling in the piece because you’re no longer relying on it to make you feel something. I hope you’re doing well, wherever and whenever you are, Pim.
I’m crying
His manager contact with his fans and told them Pim is making a new song!!
@@benefit1695 WHERE ??
@@Aydin_Mata there is a lyrics channel that I follow, thanks to her I got the chance to know about Pim. About 2-3 days ago she post something about him. She said she heard some rumors about pim is working on a new song and ask his manager on instagram to make sure. His manager said "Hi, thanks for your massage. Pim is find he's still just working on new music - I don't really know what else to say."
@@Aydin_Mata so we don't know when the new song is coming but he is working on it.
Tell me this isn’t true
Is this really the end?
And as all the leaves rustle above us
And as all the dirt covers our skin
Rest your head onto my chest
I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had
We danced barefooted in the grass
We read big heavy books and we were smart
Our only drug was our love
And boy did we get high
When we smoked each other up
And as all the leaves rustle above us
And as all the dirt covers our skin
Rest your head onto my chest
I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had
My love my one true friend
Is this really the end?
We worked hard
And we made lots of money
And when we had enough to be happy we gave the rest away
We didn’t complain much
We were good with what we had
Oh how we were happy
And as all the leaves rustle above us
And as all the dirt covers our skin
Rest your head onto my chest
I’ll tell you stories of the life we could have had
We traveled to lands and then beyond
Found ourselves a boat and sailed into the sun
Oh how we were happy
In the life we could have had
Rest your head onto my chest
I’ll tell you stories of the dream we could have lived
Of the places we could have seen
Of the things we could have done
Of the people we could have been
Now every word is a whisper
And every sound is a song
And as all the leaves rustle above us
There’s no knowing then
This is the end
i‘m speechless wtf this is insanely good
did you see how the UA-cam channel was updated yesterday??? the playlist literally says "updated yesterday". was neon lights on the channel?????
How do you get Pim Stones songs? XD