Music

My Song of The Day

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Portugal. The Man - Sleep Forever

As I finally meet my end
I won't be scared, I won't defend
The things I've done
I don't need him like you do
I don't fear him like you do

As the world revolves the sun
I hope the light that I become can
Sleep for once
I will leave it like you do
I won't lead it like you do
I won't leave it like they do
I don't need him like they do

I just want to sleep forever
Never see tomorrow
Or lead or follow
I don't want to work forever
Know what I know
Or beg or borrow

Just like our mothers
Who gave us our homes
We'll be just like our fathers
And go out on their own
'Cause we are the colors
Of all that you see
We'll be just like our brothers
And take to the streets
Take to the streets

I just want to sleep forever
Never see tomorrow
Lead or follow

As my world it hides behind
The words only your wars define
They read a lot like news
But I fear it more than you
I fear it more than you

I just want to sleep forever
Never see tomorrow
Or lead or follow
I don't want to work forever
Know what I know
Or beg or borrow

Just like old lovers
Who never leave home
We'll forget the city
And forget the roads
'Cause we are all rebels
Never do what we're told
We may not grow money
But man we grow old
Man we grow old

I just want to sleep forever
Never see tomorrow
Or lead or follow
I don't want to work forever
Know what I know
Or beg or borrow

Just like our mothers
Who gave us our homes
We'll be just like our fathers
And go out on our own
'Cause we are the colors
In all that you see
We'll be just like our brothers
And take to the streets

'Cause we are all children
Yeah, we are all man
It may not be much
But we do what we can
Don't need no preacher
To make us believe
That everything's perfectly
Fucked up like me

 

Imagine Dragons

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Well I know I'm kind of late on this one. I've been hearing this band's name a while (and though their name was very intriguing) I never took the time to look them up. But hoooolllyyyyy shit these dudes are legit.  

They are like M83, The Killers, Kings of Leon, Alt-J, and more I'm sure; all rolled into one giant burrito of awesome!

I'm sure I'm the last one to have listened to them, but if you haven't done so give them a listen. I don't think you'll regret it. 

 

New Father John Misty Video

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The first track from Fear Fun, and the hopefully the final video from this album. 

Very solemn tone after the his first few videos; but lyrically it makes sense with the video. And taking into consideration he's been touring relentlessly since Fear Fun's release this would make a perfect final single for this album. 

I hope he gets some time to rest and hopefully write new tunes. Stay awesome Father John Misty.

My Song of the Day

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Circle Takes The Square -

In The Nervous Light Of Sunday

Whispers invoke the artists of this tragically seemless, ill fated tapestry,

blistered fingers are tending their loom.

She collects the strands to braid into life.

Logging the weft of an ageless, woven infinity, countless raw fibers are clawing the frame.

A woman's work is never done, but the final stitch has got to come,

and so three witches contend to slice the very last thread

(that you curse, curse constantly)

But nothing's immortal, and comfort is not guaranteed-

a yearling who bears our sincere passions is chosen, frozen and quivering,

like a thread in the wake of a blade.

So we compromise, so we sacrifice.

Compromise nothing, but that which secures a comfortable life, risk as the indication of a healing sacrifice.

Destroy the altar whose boundaries tides will never exceed, ignite the pyres underneath a sedated mythology.

Five decades his lifetime, and his life's work is just fading scratches in stone.

She tends the numerals, counting fingers, counting her toes.

Keeping track of the time racing, years wasting

(dance to the sound of his weight bearing back breaking)

infinite ages the length of this quilt's making.

And we dance, we dance in the stronghold...

That you curse, curse constantly, of the needle's sheen.

Do you feel this thin strand resting in a pinch?

That's the thread that you curse, curse constantly.

An eternal patch on a quilt that hangs from a wall in a throw frought with our decay...

From six states away, five years of guilt postmarked four days before my escape.

All I ever asked was for a clean break.

In the first nervous light of the day,

collecting the novels whose scribes sought to keep me contained.

My dad's favorite novel on top of the pile, in the self concious first light shake the memory of his smile, igniting these volumes, igniting these volumes I'm warmed by the flames.

Alter the deafening earthen tones...

In the nervous light, I dance in the nervous light and I'm warmed by the flames.

Dance to the sound of his weight bearing back fucking breaking.

Alter the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking, dictate the pitch of his weight bearing back breaking,

Alter the tone of your weight bearing back breaking, we can mend all the seams that were torn during our backs slowly breaking.

In the nervous light...

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Going To See Father John Misty Tonight!

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I keep forgetting the show is tonight, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited!

​FJM is single handedly the biggest inspiration in me getting back into the music scene.

Father John Misty has taught me to just be yourself, not worry about grammer, and let the music move you, it's okay to be vain as fuck in terms of your music (you're a fucking artist you're supposed to take pride in your work), and most importantly WHY SO SERIOUSSSSS?

It doesn't matter if you're awkward, vain, shy, angry: if you love music it'll show.

Father John Misty, I cannot wait to see you tonight. Maybe this time I'll get a conversation with this rad as fuck dude. 

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