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A bit too ironic to post this content on tumblr. I think I put a reminder of why I thought it’d be a good idea to post it somewhere on my phone.... I’ll just regurgitate the lyrics now I guess. Content nausea, World War Four Seems like it all came too soon Another carnage apparatus Such a disappointing doom I've used money, I've used drugs Abuse body, abuse mind People use such strange excuses Always have done no clue why Most folks think and some folks know Life's lived least when you don't let go Of a memory, of a dream Like an hometown better seen On a screen or at a distance Life lived best without resistance People clicked and people read 'Modern Life' is what it said Pretty pictures, pretty lives I peered into once or twice I'll go back but not today It's nice to visit but it's hard to stay In the grips of bad dimension Too much data, too much tension Too much plastic, Too much glass Life lived least when when fears are passed My friend he won't leave his home Says 'I am a bonfire of human bones' I am a bonfire of human bones I am a bonfire of human bones And am I under some spell? And do my thoughts belong to me? Or just some slogan I ingested to save time? This night is missing people The sea, it had no-one Hardly no-one, it had shapes, it had light Some were flashing, most moved Me, I couldn't look away But still no-one came or left they just stayed But they weren't there in the first place Overpopulated by nothing, crowded by a sparseness Guided by darkness, too much, not enough Content, that's what you'd call it An infant screaming in every room in your gut Bets strum on an intention but best left unattended How gathered the pixels in the dust of the digital age to our being With what do I wash? Put on some music My friend walks the same path every day Steep the stairwell, cognizance to coma Ignoring best he can An inconvenient reality The consequential chore that unfolds in the naked sprint from screen to screen Scrolling binary ghettos for escape for reminders And this would be a good year to free poets From the back padding dungeons of content and comments To free artists from empty and vulgar broadcasting ritual For this year it became harder to be tender Harder and harder to remember Meeting a friend, writing a letter Being lost, antique ritual All lost to the ceremony of progress Like the sensual organs removed They're only weighing you down, you didn't need them Ignore this part, it's an advertisement These people are famous, I'd trust them Protesters stayed home this time around Some enlisted, some never heard the first shots Well I've been north and I've been south I've been west and I've been east Been around long enough to know Life's lived best when scrolling least Just a broken piece of plastic Just another new device Just another nervous habit One more thing you have to buy Just one more thing to replace One more way to block your face Too much data, Too much tension Life's lived least when less is mentioned Wasting dollars, wasting hours Wasting talent with wasted power No one says it but it's known The more connected, the more alone My friend stays at the home in the dark Never walks up to the park Always nauseous, always tired I am a landmine, wrong supplier I am a landmine.

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Advanced Falconry

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Light my Shadow

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LIZARD KISSES

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i felt alive for a little while but when i died i had the time to notice i was crushed by the weight of my own ego but never honest enough to say it i felt your love for a little while but never had the guts to give myself up i said that i could be just what you wanted as if i could ever keep a promise you have eyes in every room but you won't see me you won't see me you won't see me walk away once i was more than just a song to play on your haunted tape i don't want to be away could have sworn i heard you laughing in the doorway i don't like myself when i'm awake "“It Hurts Until It Doesn’t” is essentially kind of a battle — the internal struggle between ego and self doubt, which is something that I find myself thinking about a lot. It’s a problem that a lot of creative people struggle with, and there’s very rarely like a good balance between them. It’s either that you have a huge ego or crippling self-doubt and there’s little happy medium between the two. This song is kind of about letting go of something that’s toxic in yourself — like a relationship — rising above it and being stronger in order to not need that thing anymore. The song talks a lot about self-doubt, about not being sure of your place in the universe and questioning how much you can deal with the person that you are. That’s what I mean by the last line, when I say: “I don’t like myself when I’m awake.”"

------http://genius.com/Mothers-it-hurts-until-it-doesnt-lyrics

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I will I'll go diving In the next year, for you And when I When I come up From the depths below All our lives will be together then for good 

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Thanks for the picture buddies :D

SILK SHOT 18/200

“The Waiter and Newt”

9-20-15

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This song and kinda this whole album makes me think of winter break and doing fun things in St. Paul.  It was late at night You held on tight From an empty seat A flash of light It will take a while To make you smile Somewhere in these eyes I’m on your side You wide eyed girls You get it right Fall back into place Fall back into place Tender is the night For a broken heart Who will dry your eyes When it falls apart? What makes this fragile world go 'round? Were you ever lost Was she ever found? Somewhere in these eyes Fall back into place Fall back into place

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The second sleepy playlist I have made now with more Jónsi & Alex and Stars of The Lid!! Filled with soothing ambience and violins.This mix took me more than half a year to complete and is a total of SIIXXX hours long. Give a like or comment and tell me if you liked it! Sweet dreams everyone and thank you!

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Omfg

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It was the middle of the night Everybody is asleep And there's nothing left to think about Except for worries that we keep It seems decisions have such consequence The later that it gets And nobody's got your back Not even your friends They can't, they're too busy growing up It was the idea we agreed on When did we last think of golden suns? Who were the people saying go ahead? I can't remember things the way that I used to You are the only one who makes sense And I can't seem to understand anyone else Nothing but dead ends Nothing but dead ends Till you, till you Nothing but dead ends Till you, till you I am never gonna let you go I am never gonna let you go I am never gonna let you go I am never gonna let you go I am never gonna let you go

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I don't know how to be what I wanted to be when i was five Sometimes blue eyes sometimes green Bike rides, snow heights and christmas lights Sometimes freezin’ sometimes warm I don’t know if I can live that anymore Cuz I've got it all mistaken For a meaningful life and a fun family vacation Like when I used to ride roller coasters with my dad and a swimming pool and a hotel was a gift from God Like love or like a family I don’t know how to be Maybe I just want to get married Maybe I just want to fall asleep At least I know that the world is spinning when we’re tangled in the bed sheets and at least I know that my mom is breathing when we talk on the phone At least I know that my house won’t burn down down to the ground or maybe it will If I’ve been in love before, and I’m pretty sure I have, then I’m pretty sure that my house could burn down down to the ground tomorrow If I’ve been in love before, and I know that I have, then I know that my house could burn down down down to the ground tomorrow.

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Nobody else can walk it for you.