om - bedouin’s vigil
13 hours ago
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nirvana - aneurysm.
14 hours ago
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Wavves: To The Dregs - Played 1 times.
you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care. you see me i don’t care.
i think i made an identical post forever ago…i don’t care.
1 week ago
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equal and opposite reaction
your eyes amalgamate this vision
of some misconceived conviction
the scalpel’s first incision so
dull the pain is superstition
first stanza to what will probably be lyrics i came up with at work. not sure where to take it. we’ll see. it’ll probably be to a blues riff…..boning knife?!
update- the bass riff has been written. mwahahahahahaha
dear bassist from young widows and breather resist
please accept me as your apprentice. i am the most unworthy, unholy of fucktards in your wake.
1 week ago
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Interpol: Untitled - Played 0 times.
i sang it all the way down broad. an 8 hour shift turned into a 15 hour shift, which turned into a 16 hour shift and still i can’t get you out of my head, and as the rain thickens, washes away the sins i’ve committed with scarred and bleeding hands, invigorates the pain in my knees. sores whose roots deepen to stop me from running, so that i may walk, to stop me from walking so i may limp, to stop me from limping so that i might feel the pavement like we felt the grass against our faces ages ago.
i owed the cabbie ten dollars and 28 cents, i gave him 20 bucks and told him to keep me the rest. i’ll have nothing left to show for after years of faithful service, but for that moment in time i had a smile. we take of our own.
Minor Threat: Good Guys (don't wear white) - Played 2 times.
good guys (don’t wear white) - minor threat
A quote from Anonymous
2 weeks ago
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i could word this creatively, metaphorically, make it all pretty, reblog someone else’s photo to create some kind of mask to call a face made of flesh and bone. but i’m not really going to. one of my greatest goals in life is to have a room full of musical equipment, a carton of smokes, a notebook, a bunch of pens, my books, and a suitcase full of drugs with absolutely nothing to do, no human contact, until i need to get myself another suitcase, and another carton of smokes.