If I ever get into a bar fight...
...I may be listening to the end of Say Anything's "Belt" in my head.
What say you (what say you)
And all your friends (and all your friends)
Meet all of my friends (my friends)
In the alley tonight, yeah
--Say Anything, Belt
...Is A Real Boy
The songs that matter, when they matter, and why they matter -- to me, at least.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
11/5/08
Muse live......gahhhhhhhhhh! I swear, listening to "Absolution" pumps me up more than a Nike commercial. "The Small Print" is such a fierce, "come here so i can kick your ass" kind of song. Awesome.
11/5/08
This song feels like crawling into bed.
Monday, November 3, 2008
11/3/08
I would totally buy this....
...but it sort of takes the magic away, don't you think?
http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2008/10/30/the-beatles-rock-band-makers-to-release-new-video-game-in-2009/
...but it sort of takes the magic away, don't you think?
http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/index.php/2008/10/30/the-beatles-rock-band-makers-to-release-new-video-game-in-2009/
Sunday, November 2, 2008
11/2/08
Growing obsession with Vendetta Red's "Sisters of the Red Death." Listen to it if you want violence, gore and nightmare intertwined with pop chords. Really powerful album, really intense storyline and sounds soooo good loud. It's an "annihilate-my-inner-thoughts" kind of good. Wish I could've seen them play.
I love that they're only disturbing if you listen closely. On the surface they sound like pop punk emo indie alternative blahblahblahgenregenregenre. You know. They sound like a band. But the lyrics and the story are nothing less than brutal. The difference just slaps me upside the head, I love hearing it.
Sister insomnia
my eyes weep worms for you.
Angel anathema,
I'll drink your blood.
The blood you shed for me
was all you gave to me.
My bold bulimic belly dancer,
narcissistic necromancer.
Run, just run from me.
As day consumes the night
the earth shall cover me.
Medussa Madonna,
murder me, marry me.
Under your vapid vulture wings,
I'll suckle your black milk
and let it trickle down my tongue.
Your womb mouth kiss could kill.
The blood you shed for me
was all you gave to me.
My cold canary causing cancer,
narcissistic necromancer.
Run, just run from me.
This time all riots, I'm ready.
This time all riots, I'm ready to go.
--Vendetta Red, The Body and The Blood
Sisters of the Red Death
I love that they're only disturbing if you listen closely. On the surface they sound like pop punk emo indie alternative blahblahblahgenregenregenre. You know. They sound like a band. But the lyrics and the story are nothing less than brutal. The difference just slaps me upside the head, I love hearing it.
Sister insomnia
my eyes weep worms for you.
Angel anathema,
I'll drink your blood.
The blood you shed for me
was all you gave to me.
My bold bulimic belly dancer,
narcissistic necromancer.
Run, just run from me.
As day consumes the night
the earth shall cover me.
Medussa Madonna,
murder me, marry me.
Under your vapid vulture wings,
I'll suckle your black milk
and let it trickle down my tongue.
Your womb mouth kiss could kill.
The blood you shed for me
was all you gave to me.
My cold canary causing cancer,
narcissistic necromancer.
Run, just run from me.
This time all riots, I'm ready.
This time all riots, I'm ready to go.
--Vendetta Red, The Body and The Blood
Sisters of the Red Death
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