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Notes: 69 / 1 year ago from themusiclibrary[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Brandy Alexander - Feist
Feist’s “How My Heart Behaves” is undoubtedly my favorite song off “The Reminder,” but there’s something about the simple, quiet and small “Brandy Alexander” that reminds us of how beautiful a voice and some perfectly-timed snaps can be. I’m also reminded by listening to this album of the fact that I never stopped playing this album in 2007, which means it has been over three years since Leslie Feist graced us with a new studio album. Ms. Feist, where are you?
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1 year ago
You’re my devil, you’re my angel
You’re my heaven, you’re my hell,
You’re my now, you’re my forever,
You’re my freedom, you’re my jail,
You’re my lies, you’re my truth,
You’re my war, you’re my truce
You’re my questions, you’re my proof. -
1 year ago
Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she’s the moon
I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing’s more. -
Notes: 2 / 1 year ago"Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast."- Thom Yorke
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Notes: 39 / 1 year ago from fuckyeahjohnafrusciante (originally from justanapple)
I love this photo, but what overwhelms the love is fright; I am frightened by the fact that I occasionally make that face, sometimes, no — OKAY ALL THE TIME. The only thing that would make this creepier is if I also owned the shirt.
…Thank god I don’t.
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1 year ago from koolaidhair[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Thoroughly enjoying most of what has leaked from the new Kanye West album. And I don’t mean to be nitpicky — I do indeed believe this is my favorite track thus far — but is anyone else perturbed by some definite effect-recycling done by Mr. West on “Lost in the World?” Am I hearing another “Street Lights?”
…or maybe Bon Iver should just be pissed that Kanye took “Woods” and ran with it.
Bon Iver and Kanye West - Lost In The World
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Notes: 16 / 1 year ago from aconversationoncool[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The fifth thing I heard this morning, and it was welcomed. Boy, was it welcomed.
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Notes: 162 / 1 year ago from aconversationoncool
“The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn,
burn,
burn,
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop
and everybody goes “Awww!”~Jack Kerouac
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1 year ago
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.- my favorite portion of the fantastic “Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
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Notes: 226 / 1 year ago from itsalwayssunny
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