Situla, from the Latin for bucket or pail, is a term for a variety of elaborate bucket-shaped vessels from the Iron Age to the Middle Ages, usually with a handle at the top. All types may be highly decorated with reliefs in bands or friezes running round the vessel.
Typically Iron Age situlas are bronze, as in the types of libation vessels found as grave goods in the Hallstatt region of Central and Southeast Europe and Etruscan art, where they have a distinctive style known as "situla art"; the Vače situla is an example. These usually have a short narrower neck. Numerous Hallstatt situlas were found in Slovenia, mainly (19 of them) in the area of Novo Mesto in Lower Carniola, which has been named the "City of Situlas" due to this.
Situla is also the name for types of bucket-shaped Ancient Greek vases, some very finely painted. More utilitarian pottery situlae are also found, and some in silver or other materials, such as two Late Antique glass ones in St Mark's, Venice.
The term is also used for pails carried by figures in other art forms; according to Plutarch and other sources this was a sign of a devotee of Isis, who herself is often shown carrying one (containing water from the sacred Nile), of a rather different shape, with a rounded bottom, and sometimes lidded. This rounded shape, often with a "nipple" at the bottom (see Luristan example in gallery), is believed to have represented the female breast. These were also donated to temples as votive offerings by devotees.
Vessel may refer to:
I let you put it in my mouth
I let it get under my skin
I let you put it in my veins
I let you take me from within
They tell us what we can and cannot do
Thinking is what I have this heard for
Well, I put you inside of me
But none of that matters anymore
Oh my God, can it go any faster?
Oh my God, I don't think I can last here
I am you and you are me
We will never be alone
I have finally found my place in everything
I have finally found my home
We can leave all the past behind
I can see right through the whole façade
I'm becoming something else
I am turning into God
Oh my God, can it go any faster?
and now i see that i’ve been here before
back when i asked the sea for more
and i was swept back to the shore
and now it’s clear that all through the years
it isn’t you i’ve feared
but just our vessels coming near
and if my vessel floats will you come aboard?
would you give it all, or just what you can afford?
waves flood our ears
we’ve wandered here for years
and now i see that
my body’s just a vessel
and now i see that
and should i see you at the junction
We leave with heavy hearts and hollow hands. We breathe
and look for life on a summer's night. We see it's the
heavy thoughts, the weights of sand. O we get so weighed
down and thereby drown in a sea of fever dreams and
midnight screams until we finally see. The stars are
brighter when you die; until then they haunt you every
night. Biting our own hands until the feed has run dry.
Writing in the sand the ephemeral. O shoreline, can we
keep up with the knowledge offered us? The endless stream
will never be enough. Don't waste your blood, we're
vessels in an endless flood, but fear the sound of
rushing love. This day wants you to pull the rug from
Oh, oh, oh
Where's the...
Let go of the heart...
Let go, let go
The world...
Going deeper and deep...
Higher, higher, the love...
I'm concerned with these...
I go higher, oh, oh
Chorus:
And it's around everything
And it's around...
And it will take you the way..
..behind of you
You used to let oh, oh,
Chorus:
And it's around everything
And it's around...
So close your eyes and take a deep breath
they are listening
open your mouth and throw out everything you have to say
you know you're not alone
we'll all be close to you
and god forsaken places will see the sunlight in your eyes
We'll be your voice
they're an unsinkable vessel but we are the ocean
we will be your voice
they are a vessel but we are the ocean
Everyday is so precious
Don't let the silence fill the room, so please shout the truth
we just want a better world, where everyone knows how to love
and love is our only weapon
We will be your voice
We are the messengers
They are an unsinkable vessel
We will be your voice
they are a vessel but we are the ocean
every day is so precious
Don't let the silence fill the room, so please shout the truth
we just want a better world where everyone knows how to love
and love is our only weapon
We will be your voice
We are the messengers