An icon (from Greek εἰκών eikōn "image") is a religious work of art, most commonly a painting, from Eastern Christianity and in certain Eastern Catholic churches. More broadly the term is used in a wide number of contexts for an image, picture, or representation; it is a sign or likeness that stands for an object by signifying or representing it either concretely or by analogy, as in semiotics; by extension, icon is also used, particularly in modern culture, in the general sense of symbol — i.e. a name, face, picture, edifice or even a person readily recognized as having some well-known significance or embodying certain qualities: one thing, an image or depiction, that represents something else of greater significance through literal or figurative meaning, usually associated with religious, cultural, political, or economic standing.
Throughout history, various religious cultures have been inspired or supplemented by concrete images, whether in two dimensions or three. The degree to which images are used or permitted, and their functions — whether they are for instruction or inspiration, treated as sacred objects of veneration or worship, or simply applied as ornament — depend upon the tenets of a given religion in a given place and time.
Hong Jin (1877–1946), also known as Hong Myeon-hui, was a leader of the Korean independence movement. He is also sometimes known by his pen name Mano (만오, 晩悟), and his Christian name, Andre.
He was born under the Joseon Dynasty in Yeongdong, Chungcheong Province, to a yangban family of the Pungsan Hong lineage. He had practiced law in Korea in the private practice and in the government sector as a prosecutor and a judge before joining the independence movement.
Hong held a number of chief positions under the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea during the Japanese Occupation. Under his administration as the fourth President, the provisional Korean government was recognized by the Republic of China, France and Poland. His main theme was unity among factions of the Korean independence movement.
In 1928, he established the "Korean Independence Party" (한국독립당, 韓國獨立黨) with Kim Gu, Yi Dong-nyung, and he was elected an executive position to the Korean Independence camp (한국광복진선, 韓國光復陣線) in 1938. After Independence of Korea, he returned to South Korea having earned recognition as a Provisional Government leading figure who acted as Chairman of the Emergency national Council (비상국민회의, 非常國民會議). Hong was posthumously honored by the government of the Republic of Korea with the Order of Independence Merit for National Foundation in 1962.
William Kentridge (born 28 April 1955) is a South African artist best known for his prints, drawings, and animated films. These are constructed by filming a drawing, making erasures and changes, and filming it again. He continues this process meticulously, giving each change to the drawing a quarter of a second to two seconds' screen time. A single drawing will be altered and filmed this way until the end of a scene. These palimpsest-like drawings are later displayed along with the films as finished pieces of art.
Kentridge was born in Johannesburg, and educated at King Edward VII School in Houghton, Johannesburg. He earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in Politics and African Studies at the University of the Witwatersrand and then a diploma in Fine Arts from the Johannesburg Art Foundation. In the early 1980s, he studied mime and theatre at the L'École Internationale de Théâtre Jacques Lecoq in Paris. He originally hoped to become an actor, but he reflected later: "I was fortunate to discover at a theatre school that I was so bad an actor [... that] I was reduced to an artist, and I made my peace with it.". Between 1975 and 1991, he was acting and directing in Johannesburg's Junction Avenue Theatre Company. In the 1980s, he worked on television films and series as art director. His father, Sydney Kentridge, is a prominent lawyer who took on civil rights cases against apartheid.
I am the one, to which you'll go
You are the one, from which I'll run...
Fading to grey, the wanton pray
You'll find shelter, I'll find none
I'll leave your pointless life undone
Breaking your days, my anguish stays
Fate of my laughter, the loss of your sight
Hating the vicious lies, I will revel insane
I see your face, I've seen your face
I turn and run, you'll have no place
Time is the father, in my corrupt mind
Pain, echoes, in the silent sky...
Remember life now?
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth)
Even if the good old days were good
Even if the old days were golden days
The past is a terrible place to live
Misguided missiles, skin creams and cars
Loaded with dreams, pretty faces I'm loaded with stories
I'm loaded with dreams
Loaded with ambition
I'm loaded with live ammunitions
Saving up for Linda, saving up for Pam
Saving up for Naomi, I can therefore I am
Savin' up for Mary, savin' up for Jane
1000 pieces all over the room
Let's do it again
Icon therefore I am
Loaded with dreams, loaded with life
I only wish you knew
How hard it is for me to spare
This kind of thing with you
And if you sense a smokesceen here
My eyes went up to Heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
icons-falling from the spires
Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
You always said I'd be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disiplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie-an artificial eye
to view a perfect land
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Can I?-Stick skewers in my skin
and whirl a dervish spin
Can I?-set myself on fire
to prove some kind of desire
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It's the nightpiece
It's the Icon
My eyes went up to heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind
Without them
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Thine eyes rain down from heaven
You always said I'd be blind
Without them
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
Dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat
Those nebulous codes and disciplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie, an artificial eye
To view a perfect land
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Can I stick skewers in my skin
And whirl a dervish spin?
Can I set myself on fire
To prove some kind of desire?
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It's the night piece
It's the icon
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
Icons, feed the fires
Icons, falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Golden, golden
all eyes turned up to the hero, charismatic icon animal man
lyrical visionary caught in the spotlight
the more you make the more you get it right, right?
oh nothing can stop you and no one can bring you down
don't give a thought to tomorrow 'cause you're the man right now
it doesn't matter what you say 'cause they always find
some meaning in it anyway, so you make them feel like
they're a part of some big event
they'll be too busy cheering to wonder where your talent went
oh they really hate you, they got to have you
you're the only 1 who understands
slender Messiah, God with a song, turned out wreck
who stuck 'round too long
targic hero coming down hard
the jokes on you, you got played like a deck of cards
you're paying the priceof the fame
cruch under the wight of the flames (2x) yeah
feel the backlash, watch the tables turn
now you need them, see that fire burn
all eyes turned up to the hero, warned out self-abusive circus freak
that one thing that you might not know: there'll be another Messiah
all eyes turned up to the hero, charismatic icon animal man
lyrical visionary caught in the spotlight
the more you make the more you get it right, right?
oh nothing can stop you and no one can bring you down
don't give a thought to tomorrow 'cause you're the man right now
it doesn't matter what you say 'cause they always find
some meaning in it anyway, so you make them feel like
they're a part of some big event
they'll be too busy cheering to wonder where your talent went
oh they really hate you, they got to have you
you're the only 1 who understands
slender Messiah, God with a song, turned out wreck
who stuck 'round too long
targic hero coming down hard
the jokes on you, you got played like a deck of cards
you're paying the priceof the fame
cruch under the wight of the flames X2 yeah (solo)
feel the backlash, watch the tables turn
now you need them, see that fire burn
all eyes turned up to the hero, warned out self-abusive circus freak
that one thing that you might not know. there'll be another Messiah
No escape, there is no way out,
Of this constructed existence,
A created image of untrue conception,
You cannot find the real you.
Manipulated a hyped invention,
Who is this false identity?
The ideal person, perfect role model,
Beneath you can feel the cracks,
Now your nerves begin to break,
Losing grip, now its too late,
Perceive this no fallacy,
This icon faces insanity,
On the verge of mental breakdown,
Forgotten realms of madness are found,
Now you face the final curtain,
on and on the blood begins to spill
i'll forever hate you
on and on my blood begins to chill
i'll forever hate you
on and on the blood begins to spill
i'll forever hate you
on and on my blood begins to chill
i'll forever hate you
waiting, breathing, seething
for this time
waiting, breathing, killing
all my time
fortunes escape me
torture me for my crimes
peek through those pretty eyes
every time they cut me down to size
place your blame
'cause all is lost in this silly game
all for you, and nothing for me
all for you, and nothing's for free
'cause i'm lost again, broken instead
lost in my head, everything you said to me
killed me
i'm not free, i'm suffering
fortunes escape me
torture me for my crimes
peek through those pretty eyes
every time they cut me down to size
place your blame
'cause all is lost in this silly game
all for me, and nothing for you
all for me, there's nothing left of you
'cause it's killing time, i've lost my mind
i've gone insane, i've got no brain
i'm losing touch, 'cause everyone lies to me
My eyes went up to Heaven
You didn't say I'd be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
icons-falling from the spires
Thine eyes rain down from Heaven
You always said I'd be blind
without them
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Those words hang like vicious spittle
dribbling from that tongue
Close your eyes to your lies
Force feed more pious meat Those nebulous codes and disiplines
Stick in that new born throat
Instill a lie-an artificial eye
to view a perfect land
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
Can I?-Stick skewers in my skin
and whirl a dervish spin
Can I?-set myself on fire
to prove some kind of desire
Icons-feed the fires
Icons-falling from the spires
The guilt is golden
The guilt is golden
Those ageless lies
The shuttered eyes
It's the nightpiece
It's the Icon
(VERSE SPOKEN)
Sometimes he kisses girls,
And he make them cry,
Ha! Ha!
Flew in from San Remo to L.A.X.
Three private rows just to lay
My precious head down
So many autographs I can' t keep pace
God bless those photocopied glossies in my suitcase
Young girls are always calling me a classic gigolo
It's not my fault that all these women
Want to chase me so
Don't you want to know me too?
I love to be an icon
Super strong, obnoxious little moron
Yea, yea, yea, hey, hey
Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong
Yea, yea, yea, hey, hey look at me I'm smilin'
I got so much money this is really quite obscene
Royalty statements come when
I don't even know the Queen
Some say my talent is a scandalous sin
Well I bought a new house just to fit my ego in
I look in the mirror a thousand times before I go to sleep
When I close my eyes, I see my face
Instead of counting sheep
Don't you want to see me too?
I love to be an icon
Super strong, obnoxious little moron, yea, yea, yea, hey
Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong, yea, yea, hey, hey
Icon, Babylon, super hero, King Kong, yea, yea
I love to be an icon
Jimmy bond, dancin' in this marathon, yea, yea
And now they serve me caviar
O what the hell is a sturgeon anyway?
Now I'm drivin' a big car
I dug a moat just to keep the people away
Look at me I'm smilin'...ha!
Ha! Ha!
I love to be an icon...
Icon super strong, obnoxious little moron, yea, yea, yea
Icon, sing-a-long, we can never do no wrong, yea, yea, yea
You know, you know
I love to be an icon, Babylon, super hero, King Kong, yea, yea
Oh icon Jimmy bond, livin' in this marathon, yea, yea
Oh yea
(Icon)
I'm a tall nasty cobra...
Oh yea mister icon
(Icon, o-o)
(You dug a moat to just keep the people away, icon)
Now they serve me caviar
What the hell is a sturgeon anyway?
Now I'm drivin' a big, big car
Sonder vainement le miroir de son ame
Sans jamais trouver de réponses, juste des craintes informes
Icone
Un regard fixe, des mots prononcés sans que les lèvres bougent
Ce qu'il y voit le détruit un peu plus chaque jour
L'extérieur est agressif, sa nudité si simple et apaisante,
Et il se scrute
Icone
Le verre brisé, la face mutilée, morcelée, continue de sourire
Il a regardé son visage en face, y a vu quelqu'un d'autre
Dieu ou père, quelle importance?
Comme toutes ses ombres
Infinite conscience of nothingness
The infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick
That's why infinite conscience of nothingness terrorizes the sick
Quand la lune saigne,
Je romps l'écorce putride qu'il m'a confié
Je rode dans des plaines au miroir sans teint
Où j'entends
Monocorde,
Le chant des damnés
La conscience infinie du néant
A cet instant j'ai voulu tuer
A cet instant, voulu mourir
Tous ses ordres, et ses commandements
Nés d'une vie parallèle
A cet instant j'ai voulu tuer
A cet instant, voulu mourir
why! do you constantly insist! on! being so fucking self-righteous! when! will you even get a clue! that! we don't need to worship you! you're the leader of the underground. spreading all of your ideas around. you're an icon, picture on the wall. give me a hammer and i'll watch you fall. and then i want to...go! why! do the people follow you! when! what you say is far from true! who! will you point the finger at! blame! everyone you disrespect! you're the leader of the underground. spreading all of your ideas around. you're an icon, picture on the wall. give me a hammer and i'll watch you fall. and then i want to...go! why! do you constantly insist! on! being so fucking self-righteous! when! will you even get a clue! that! we don't need to worship you! you're the leader of the underground. spreading all of your ideas around. you're an icon, picture on the wall. give me a hammer and i'll watch you fall. and then i want to...go!
If you try to be an icon,
then the icon becomes you.
If you try to be a model,
it'll catwalk over you.
If you try to walk in straight shoes,
then these shoes will bend you too.
If you try to be a kid again,
the kid will kidnap you.
You know it's true.
The guy you know, well that's just you.
And there is nothing you can do.
Just like a door you can't get through.
When there is no one left to fool,
don't go and drown in that old pool.
Don't kid yourself.
So don't try to be an icon,
con the I inside of you.
That picture you've been painting doesn't look a thing like you.
I'll agree that it's a nice try,
but when your paint is dry,
we're all just little icons
super you and super I.
You know it's true.
The guy you know, well that's just you.
And there is nothing you can do.
Just like a door you can't get through.
When there is no one left to fool,
don't go and drown in that old pool.
Don't kid yourself.
Solo.
I need someone to show me,
just what I threw away.
I need a pretty angel to present it on a tray.
You never liked the icon,
said "that guy looked pretty strange".
But you never tried to change me and that's how I've come to change.
You know it's true.
The guy you know, well that's just you.
And there is nothing you can do.
Just like a door you can't get through.
When there is no one left to fool,
don't go and drown in that old pool.
Don't kid yourself.
When there is no one left to fool,
don't go and drown in that old pool.
Vessels of wrath overflow
A smile of pity for human nature
Defenseless mass psychosis
Thorns of perfidy for your own martyrs crown
An architect of butterfly wings
Needs no storm to fall
Defenseless mass psychosis
Samaritans with poisonous wine
Makes the addiction to a profit
Revelation to some darkness to others
The burdy ground is in mankind's mind
Icon of universal lies
I am an icon of universal lies
I am the burning hate in the beholders eye
I am the mourning prognosis
I am the queen in the serpents nest
Samaritans with poisonous wine
Makes the addiction to a profit
Revelation to some darkness to others
The burdy ground is in mankind's mind
I am all that you want me to be
I am all that you never can see
I am the shadow that stalks the night
I am the star that shines so bright
Ttattala ttalala
Ttattala lalalala
Ttattala ttala lala lala
Kkamppak kkamppak doneun mireobol
Ttok gateun chumchuneun robot doll
Neon shiksanghae nan saying hagesseo
Da biseut biseuthae
Aseul aseul nochul fashion show
Amu neukkim eopneun geu miso
Naega wae hae jom bikkyeo jugesseo
Ja ije nareul jikkyeobwa
Lets get it pop pop pop pop dancing on the floor
Nal iri jeori jaeji malgo let go
Gabyeobge pow pow pow pow
Neoeui mameul blow
Saeroun shidae naneun neoeui Icon
Boda meotjige mweonga dareuge
Gyeosok saerobge boyeojul geoya
Naneun G dot N A nuga mweoraedo
Nan i doshireul nae mamdaero fly
Ttattala ttalala
Ttattala lalalala
Ttattala ttala lala lala
Himkkeut himkkeut chyeoda boji ma
Imi da deulkkyeosseo neoeui mam
Lets get it pop pop pop pop dancing on the floor
Nal iri jeori jaeji malgo let go
Gabyeobge pow pow pow pow
Neoeui mameul blow
Saeroun shidae naneun neoeui Icon
Boda meotjige mweonga dareuge
Gyeosok saerobge boyeojul geoya
Nareul jikkyeobwa
Can you see me now?
Sorichyeo G dot N A nuga mweoraedo
Nan nae shikdaero nae mottaero I go
Lets get it pop pop pop pop dancing on the floor
Nal iri jeori jaeji malgo let go
Gabyeobge pow pow pow pow
Neoeui mameul blow
Saeroun shidae naneun neoeui Icon
Boda meotjige mweonga dareuge
Gyeosok saerobge boyeojul geoya
Naneun G dot N A nuga mweoraedo
Nan i doshireul nae mamdaero fly
Ttattala ttalala
Ttattala lalalala
I escape to coma
Where it's beautiful,where I can reach you
Lost in dream's cold misty fog
I 'm waiting to take me with you
Wonderful alien
Tinkling voices
You twisted my mind
I suffer from the silence take me to your paradise
Open your arms wide open
And hold me tight
Fly with me
Into the starlit night
Original, wanted ,fake it is
Kingdom of illusion
And he could be unexplainable
Dope created Icon
I 'm living the death
I 'm living in the darkness
Heavenly hell on earth
The man the drugs the hate and the pain
That makes me feel like dirt
And maybe if you come to your
Sacred angel one time
I could be released from this
Empty world that's not mine
When I see the light
I have to hide just one more time
And you know why