Tuesday, August 16, 2011
unattainable
i have an unattainable thirst to write poetry; i am held back by the paralyzing fear that my words will fall hard and dead on the pages of my books, not spring to life and make my pen's ink sing. language is utterly beautiful and terrifying. i am terrified that my language will not be beautiful.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
bands to listen to and explore
Active Child
Air
Alex Napping Project
Allen Mask
The Americans
The Appleseed
The Avett Brothers
Avi Buffalo
bad design
Bad Sports
Best Cost
Beach Hose
Bill Callahan (smog)
The Black Crowes
B L A C K I E... All Caps, With Spaces
Black Magic Kit
Brian Eno
Broken Social Scene
BUXTON
Camera Obscura
capybara
CHCUO! (The Chapel Hill - Carrboro Ukulele Orchestra)
Click-Clack
Cocky Americans
Collapsing Horse
Com Truise
Cotton Jones
Crystal Castles
Cut Copy
Daft Punk
DANGER
Dawes
Deerhoof
Deerhunter
Deer Tick
Delicate Steve
Delorean
Delta Spirit
The Dodos
Dominique Young
Dr. Dog
Dreamed
The Drums
Earth Girl Helen Brown
Electric Six
El Guincho
EvoLewtion
The Felice Brothers
Flaming Lips
flow coma
Ghost Mountain
Girls
Grimes
Hacienda
The Handshake
Hard Mix
Heartless Bastards
Here We Go Magic
Holy Ghost!
Howler
The Itchy Hearts
John Maus
Julianna Barwich
Junior Boys
Justin Townes Earle
Langhorne Slim
Leg Sweeper
Little Dragon
Little Lo
Local Natives
Love Inks
Lucero
Man Factory
Midnite Society
The Misteries
M. Ward
MARMALAKES
Middle Brother
Mumford and Sons
My Morning Jacket
The National
Neil Young
New Fumes
Oberhofer
Painted Palms
Pat the Monster
Preteen Zenith
Record Hop
Saharan Gazelle Boy
Sealion
SebastiAn
Seryn
Shakey Graves
Small Black
Someone Still Loves You
Sound Team
Soviet
St. Vincent
Stephen Farris Trampled by Turtles
The Strange Boys
The Subterranean
Sundress
SUNSET
The Tallest Man on Earth
Tapes N’ Tapes
Titus Andronicus
The Toasters
Twin Sister
Uffie
The Uptown Bums
The Velvet Underground
WHY?
WU LYF
Monday, August 1, 2011
plus ones
No one wants to hear about your 97th tear
So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear
I am all out of love to mouth into your ear
And not above letting a love song disappear before it's written
And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen shooting from the window of your room
To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom
And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn with 99 others
8 chinese brothers
Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others
Swinging his arms
You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high
Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight
Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight
Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45
I hope you're feeling better
51st way to leave your lover
Admittedly, it doesn't seem to be as gentle or as clean as all the others
Even a scars all in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar
I told you, I can't listen, baby, 'bout the 4th time you were a lady and how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness
Stripped away by days of being hailed as "your highness"
And what's new pussycat, as you were once a lionness
They cut your claws out
Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17, the party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean
The chauffeur's near and from the cheerless mezzanine
And in just one year, this straight world could pay to see what they have been missing
You were caught kissing 8 chinese brothers
Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others
Staking with charm
And he says, "Lets get lost, let them send out alarms
He says, "Let's get crossed out and come to harm"
"Lets make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it
Lets hit the limit of loss over lover's arms
No, lets exceed it"
listen here
So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear
I am all out of love to mouth into your ear
And not above letting a love song disappear before it's written
And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon that was seen shooting from the window of your room
To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom
And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn with 99 others
8 chinese brothers
Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others
Swinging his arms
You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high
Your eyes dilated as light played upon the sight
Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight
Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45
I hope you're feeling better
51st way to leave your lover
Admittedly, it doesn't seem to be as gentle or as clean as all the others
Even a scars all in the after hours of some Greenpoint bar
I told you, I can't listen, baby, 'bout the 4th time you were a lady and how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness
Stripped away by days of being hailed as "your highness"
And what's new pussycat, as you were once a lionness
They cut your claws out
Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17, the party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean
The chauffeur's near and from the cheerless mezzanine
And in just one year, this straight world could pay to see what they have been missing
You were caught kissing 8 chinese brothers
Well, there's a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the others
Staking with charm
And he says, "Lets get lost, let them send out alarms
He says, "Let's get crossed out and come to harm"
"Lets make the world's stupidest stand and truly mean it
Lets hit the limit of loss over lover's arms
No, lets exceed it"
listen here
fake empire - the national
Stay out super late tonight
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
listen here
picking apples, making pies
put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Tiptoe through our shiny city
with our diamond slippers on
do our gay ballet on ice
bluebirds on our shoulders
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
Turn the light out say goodnight
no thinking for a little while
lets not try to figure out everything at once
It’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
we’re half-awake in a fake empire
listen here
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