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from ‘Ivy’ by Frank Ocean

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I hope the porn blogs that follow me are really into David Bowie

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David Byrne, 1982. Photos by Peter Noble

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Morrissey and Johnny Marr Dancing

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Michael and Mike in studio 1991

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Gonna write a song so she can see Give her all the love she gives to me Talk of better days that have yet to come Never felt this love from anyone She's not anyone

Oasis- Songbird

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A man can never dream these kinds of things Especially when she came and spread her wings Whispered in my ear the things I'd like Then she flew away into the night

Oasis- Songbird

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I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between. Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I do.

-Led Zeppelin • Tangerine (via andrewsmusicalmedicine)

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Morrissey on Prince’s death.

Although a long-serving vegan and a strong advocate of the abolition of the abattoir, neither of these points was mentioned in the one hundred television reports that I witnessed yesterday as they covered the enchanted life and sad death of Prince. The points were not mentioned because they are identified as expressions against e$tabli$hment interests, therefore we, mere galley slaves, aren’t allowed to know.

Prince has influenced the world more than is suspected, and somehow the life of his music is just beginning, and he would be thanked not only by humans but also animals for living his lyrical life as he did. Humans, you see, are not the world.

Meanwhile, on the same day that Prince melts away in physical form, London and England remain two very different countries, and in London the news media (under tyrannized instructions from Buckingham Palace) are informing the world that Her Royal Slyness is celebrating her 90th birthday, and we are assured that all of the United Kingdom is celebrating a monarch who has “served” (that is, served herself, not the people) for over 60 years. There is no evidence of celebrations, and in fact there are hushed reports of national indifference. In this mental maze the marrow of the matter has been grasped by everyone: monarchy is the new anarchy. It is the face of white supremacy, social repression, tyranny, oppression, thought control, big stick control, minority rule, dictatorship, and, on the streets beyond SW1, unfairness. All that can be honestly celebrated on Elizabeth’s 90th birthday is the reality that she is the end of the family line. What else could her point be?

Prince, who made something of his life as opposed to having fortune handed to him, is far more ‘royal’ than Elizabeth 2, and he will be mourned far more than she, for she could never make herself loveable, no matter how many paid and promoted non-stories flood the newspapers of the world. The laughing gulls of Buckingham Palace will never allow you to forget who wields the stick. And, of course, we know very well what gulls tend to do on the people below. Prince is the royal that people love, whereas Elizabeth 2 was thrust on the people who have never been asked whether or not they want her. MORRISSEY 22 April 2016.

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Me as a dad

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