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dudski):musictoyourlips and figured i'd pass the links along in case anyone else was interested. which you should be. mwk = ♥.
think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do
tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together
so fuck you
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much
bloc party // i still remember
i, i still remember
how you looked
that afternoon
there was only you
you said "it's just like a full moon"
blood beats faster in our veins
we left our trousers by the canal
( and our fingers they almost touched )
never say you'll never leave
'cause you'll never know 'till you try
in a jar, fireflies
only last for one night
the hold steady // one for the cutters
the hold steady // sketchy metal
bonus in case you missed it the other day: the hold steady // stuck between stations
[similar artists according to last.fm include the replacements, ted leo + the pharmacists, the walkmen and my morning jacket]
company of thieves // oscar wilde
company of thieves // old letters
[last.fm lists a bunch of similar artists that i've never even heard of, so i'll just say they sound like what would happen if regina spektor and fiona apple had a baby that sang in an indie band, maybe]
_kittenheels ftw! untagged: kelly clarkson // my life would suck without youthere are nights when i think that sal paradise was right.
boys and girls in america have such a sad time together.
sucking off each other at the demonstrations
making sure their makeup’s straight
crushing one another with colossal expectations.
dependent, undisciplined and sleeping late.
she was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a christian.
she was a damn good dancer but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend.
he likes the warm feeling but he’s tired of all the dehydration.
most nights are crystal clear
but tonight it’s like he’s stuck between stations
on the radio.
letloverule42 wanted it and i will happily use any excuse to post and/or go all ♥_♥ over this song. so.i can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
when the lights are turned down low
and i don't understand all the things you've seen
but i'm slipping in between
you and your big dreams
it's always you
( in my big dreams )
wearemany, like, two weeks ago, so let's do that.
here comes the heartache
the move-out day
the excuses for my friends
here comes the reasons i have to justify
it was better in the end
here comes the last time i'm gonna kiss you
the first night sleeping alone
here comes the hardest thing
we've ever known
It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now
Don't forget
Don't forget I love, I love
I love you
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear
Not alone in the dark
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in at ten to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
( For Christmas day )
you know
you've got a right to take control
you gotta take offense against the status quo
no way we're gonna stand for it today
fight for your rights
it's time we had our say!
i say fuck authority
silent majority
raised by the system
now its time to rise against them
we're sick of your treason
sick of your lies
fuck no, we won't listen
we're gonna open your eyes!
and these children that you spit on
as they try to change their worlds
are immune to your consultations
they're quite aware of what they're going through
ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(turn and face the strain)
ch-ch-changes
don't tell them to grow up and out of it
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