Boards Of Canada - Dayvan Cowboy
1 week ago - 
2
2 Brand New - The No Seatbelt Song
So, it’s sad this doesn’t suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope…
Please ignore the lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I’ll be forever grateful to this and you.
It’s only you, beautiful.
Or I don’t want anyone.
If I can choose it’s only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I’m begging you to fly this for me.
I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It’s only you, beautiful.
Or I don’t want anyone.
If I can choose, it’s only you.
But how could I miscalculate…
perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it’s only you.
“we’re wrecking” and I’m dry like a drum, when you scream so fine I’ll leave.
We’re stranded, we’ve got time and trials, measured in miles. We slave for days (and weeks).
It’s only you, beautiful.
Or I don’t want anyone.
If I can choose.
It’s only you.
But how could I miscalculate…
perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose… it’s only you.
2 weeks ago - 2
2 As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a God. I don’t think there is a God, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a God. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different God, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are.
Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist” (via stenmeister)
(Source: zero-aperture, via iventuredfromminecraftia)
After spring is done I will search for ‘The Great Perhaps’.
That’s the undefined goal, the possible adventure, the morally shunned but desired will for something, good or bad, to happen.
It doesn’t matter what it is, just that it happens. That way I can learn and become something. Or someone else can.
But first, let me wind back the years and say sorry for the first attempt.
Pedro The Lion - Criticism As Inspiration
I saw in your bedroom
The drawers had been emptied
Looking for answers
But you won’t admit it now
You don’t need a reason
That’s what you tell me
But I still don’t buy it
Drink yourself silly
Night after night
It makes me feel so good
To always tell you when you’re wrong
The big man that I am
To always have to put you down
Put you down
Then there’s your girlfriend
She opens her legs and
Gives your life meaning
Is that what you love her for?
The angels are always looking down
He’s perfect with a frown
The bully always wins
It makes me feel so good
To always tell you when you’re wrong
The big man that I am
To always have to put you down
Put you down
It makes me feel so good
To always tell you when you’re wrong
The big man that I am
To always have to put you down
It makes me look so good
To always put you in your place
I can write it in a song
But never say it to your face
To your face
4 weeks ago - 4
4 Made this with friends as part of a university project. I go from thinking we could have done better with it to thinking it’s really nice as it is. I’ll settle at somewhere in between.
1 month ago - 1
1 Stateline Productions - Ambience
Here is our debut film and soundtrack!
Music was recorded at Southampton Solent University and the film was shot at numerous locations across the New Forest and Eastleigh.
(via isthisitnow)
(Source: yimmyayo)
King Of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1 - Neutral Milk Hotel
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet
And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for
And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go
And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try
Got to start sorting things out.
Fast approaching the end of another chapter in life, and I have no attainable aims or ambition.
Cant remember how I managed it but I’ve become a seriously uninteresting guy.
