currents

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10. bang bang bang - mark ronson and the business intl ft q-tip and mndr
9. not miserable - frightened rabbit
8. caroline, please kill me - coma cinema
7. go do - jonsi
6. for emma - bon iver
5. modern drift - efterklang
4. little secrets - passion pit
3. howlin' for you - the black keys
2. if you want it, you got it - tv girl
1. don't grow up - trail magic

the jackpot question in advance...

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when the bells all ring, and the horns are blown. and the couples we know are fondly kissing.
will i be with you? or will i be among the missing?
maybe it's much too early in the game, oh, but i thought i'd ask you just the same.
what are you doing new year's, new year's eve?
wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight when it's exactly twelve o'clock that night.
welcoming in the new year, new year's eve. maybe i'm crazy to supposed i'd ever be the one you chose out of the thousands of invitations you recieve.
and though i know i'll never stand a chance, here comes the jackpot question in advance: what are you doin' new year's, new year's eve?

[a/n: my absolute favorite christmas song, ever]

favorite

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i could jerk off to birp.

i know: how forward of me to publically insinuate that i masturbate, right? (which for a fact: i do not. grody)

but seriously, if i did that kind of thing and would admit to it publically, this here would be my thesis statement.

i. could. jerk off. to. blalock's indie/rock. playlist.

i get squealy everytime i click on a link. it's like continual audio pornography for me there. i find new music, much like new coital positions, and it excites me. there isn't an instance where i feel scared or doubting-- i know this is what i want and i trust the people at birp with me. it's like trusting a lover-- the trust to take someone and introduce them to a wide array of different things is monumental. i don't even trust my actual real-life friends with my musical choices, mostly because... well... duh i've got superior musical taste anyways. as if i would need their fucking help!

i kid. kind of.

this is why i could jerk off to birp. i trust it, with all my heart. i've only been led astray once or twice, and that was a personal opinion, not the popular. but i tried it. i made my own decision that i didn't like it. just like you try out role playing or being tied up in the bedroom and you come to the conclusion that you don't like that kind of thing.

music is so, so personal and the point i'm trying to make is that no matter how you look at it, it's still a personal opinion. just like preference for any given sexual position, or role or whatever. so what if you like being cuffed to the headboard while your partner dribbles hot wax down your chest or you have a thing for ball gags. it doesn't matter if you like pandit or teen daze-- you're going to like what you're going to like regardless of what anyone else has to say.

currents

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10. peace on earth/little drummer boy - jack black & jason segal
9. favorite murderer - eldia
8. the bike song - mark ronson & the business intl. ft kyle falconer & spank rock
7. addicted to love - florence + the machine
6. one (your name) - swedish house mafia ft pharell
5. you gave me nothing - mark ronson & the business intl. ft rose elinor dougall & andrew wyatt
4. sleepyhead - passion pit
3. get some - lykke li
2. bang bang bang - mark ronson & the business intl. ft q-tip & mndr
1. grenade - bruno mars

titty fucking christ crackers.

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i've been searching forever to the title of this song. i heard it awhile ago and never had the mind to actually write the title down. heaven knows it would've saved me a lot of angry internet searches and lots of... interesting french rap to sift through.

and it was on my goddamn computer the whole time.

i tried every variation i could think of: french chorus in rap song, 2010 elctronic/rap with french girl singing chorus etc...

when really i should've been looking for mark ronson and the the business international bang, bang, bang.

and she doesn't sing it completely in french. and it's more electro that rap. i could just die at the fact it's been sitting in my downloads folder for the last week and a half, biding it's time until i got my head out of my ass and listend to it. GOD. FREAKING. DAMNIT.

i hate it when this happens...

currents

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10. revolution 9 - the beatles
9. meet me on the dark side - melissa auf der maur
8. 99 problems - hugo
7. one (your name) - swedish house mafia ft pharell
6. jealous of your cigarette - hawksley workman
5. addicted to love - florence + the machine
4. lawn knives - gobble gobble
3. are you satisfied - marina and the diamonds
2. sleepyhead - passion pit
1. favourite murderer - eldia

i'm a ramblin' man

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it opens with a combination of black sabbath's war pigs, ludacris' move bitch (get out the way) with a dash of H.O.V tellin' us to "hit me".

if that isn't a statement, then i don't know what is.

girl talk's new album, 'all day', is surely his masterpiece. i loved 'night ripper' and 'feed the animals' topped my list of '08. now there's this album to topple them all.
seamless translation from song to song, sweet mixes between old, new and obscure. i'm especially loving the track with jackson 5 'i want you back' providing the beats that lil kim's 'the jumpoff' raps over top. or the ramone's 'blitzkrieg bop' as the background to missy e's 'get ur freak on'. serious brilliance in action here, folks. girl talk masters the use of beat, rhythm and mash-ups in this album; an art he's near perfected throughout the years. feed the animals came incredibly close to perfection-- the album is supposed to be listened to as one track, no pauses and no jumping between songs.
'all day' has achieved that perfection girl talk set out to master with 'feed the animals' and 'night ripper'. the first time i listened to it out of banal curiousity i was hit with this endless soundscape of varying beats, songs familiar and unknown. i panicked that i would only get like, thirty minutes of this genius mixing, but with a run time of just over an hour, the beats keep coming. the seamless transition from track to track leaves you guessing where you are in the album.

girl talk 'all day' makes my recommendation list for november, despite the fact it's nearly over, because of it's genius mixing and infectious beats. who else would mix lil kim and peter gabriel? that right there is genius, no matter how you look at it.
so while you're partying this movember, whether you have a burt reynolds or a dirty hipster woodsman beard, throw on 'all day' for an hour of 'stache combing to get you pumped for a long winters night.

lyrical fitness

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up from the basement to my best friends' farm where we'll work so hard, we can do no harm. we'll till the land and duck our debts underneath soft sun, chewing nicorette.
this will be a better year. this will be a better year.
make a little money, take a lot of shit. feel real bad then get over it.
this will be a better year.
oh i keep pushing boulders. i stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders. oh, i keep feeling older. i stay game, stay game, stay game.
the east coast kids, man, we just don't know. singing wait, wait, stop, drop me, go, go go. but i'm taken by the hand to a blue pay phone; we can break blue laws with our skin and bones.
and now i'm back in the city, i'm counting frick, frick, frick. heard of milk great things, speaking soft and thick. he said, "if life gives you lemons, then thus god bad. so put a little bit of bitter in your pink lemonade".
i'm sick of thee sheep, i'm sick of thou shepard. i'm sick of dressing like a human when i'm feeling like a leopard. i'm sick of slow rock, i'm sick of quick quips. sick of holding on to nothing when i just want to hold your hips.
this will be a better year. this will be a better year.
make a little money, take a lot of shit. feel real bad then get over it.
this will be a better year.
oh i keep pushing boulders. i stay game till the sun'll shake my shoulders. oh, i keep feeling older. i stay game, stay game, stay game.

currents

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10. beeswax (star slinger remix) - nazcarnation
9. gettin' hot - the runaways
8. keep yourself warm - frightened rabbit
7. thunder - the runaways
6. make it easy - marcus foster
5. bright lights, bigger city - cee lo green
4. pony up - kings of leon
3. elouise - the lumineers
2. strictly game - harlem shake
1. california sunrise - dirty gold

' ... california sunrise take the sleep from under my california eyes. sitting by the oceanside waiting for the tide to take us home; to take us out home. she waits for the summer to find a lover. she looks for him underneath the sand. but the air is getting colder because summer's geting older. you really need to make up your mind. hey. i've been sleeping far too long; hibernating from your love. i need some summer sun to come and wake me up. let me sink in your hemisphere, where our love ends my end begins. california sunrise, come on and wake me up. trying to decide are you really worth my time. i've been playing this game so long. but the cold is coming through, there's nothing left to do. how am i going to prove myself to you? hey. i've been sleeping far too long; hibernating from your love. i need some summer sun to come and wake me up. let me sink in your hemisphere, where our love ends, my end begins. california sunrise, come on and wake me up... '

currents

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10. back to the ball - international zombies of love
9. elouise - the lumineers
8. sideways smile - keepaways
7. we're all going crazy - mount righteous
6. california sunshine - dirty gold
5. taos - menomena
4. i'm going down - free energy
3. block after block - matt & kim
2. maniac - kid cudi ft st. vincent & cage
1. bright lights, bigger city - cee lo

'i been livin' for the weekend but no, not anymore 'cause here comes that familiar feeling that friday's famous for. yeah, i'm lookin' for some action and it's out there somewhere. you can feel the electricity all in the evening air. and it may be just more of the same but sometimes you wanna go where everyone knows your name. so i guess i'll have to wait and see, but i'm just gonna let something brand new happen to me...'

lyrical fitness

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we sit in the car outside your house i can feel the heat coming 'round. i go to put my arm around you and you give me a look like i'm way out of bounds. well you let out one of your bored sighs.
well lately when i look into your eyes i'm going down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i'm doing down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
we get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night. we come home early burning, burning in some fire fight. i'm sick and tired of you setting me up, setting me up.
setting me up just to knock-a knock-a knock-a me down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i pull you close but when we kiss i can feel a doubt. i remember back when we started, my kisses used to turn you inside out. i used to drive you to work in the morning, friday night i'd drive you all around. you used to love to drive me wild but lately girl you get your kicks from just driving me down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.
i'm going down down down down.

you drive me wild, you know you do

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i forgot about the recommendation for october. it must've slipped my mind between assignments, and not showing up to class... and playing batman arkham asylum on xbox.

this month is a bit of an unusual suggestion. i dug wayyy back in my dads lps (he actually doesn't have any of this band, he said something about it being 'crap'... my father and i have vastly different tastes) and did some sleuthing of my own (re: watched the movie of the same title with d. fanning and k. stewart) and found this awesome jem. it also helps that i actually met one of the members of this band, and fell into a total girl crush with her.

for october, i'm obsessed with: the runaways.

cherie currie, joan jett, lita ford, sandy west and jackie fox-- simple brilliance. it's bad girls doing bad rock (and in all due respect, for the time when it was new it was fucking groundbreaking). there's nothing more difficult than a driving bass line, some basic lyrics and a lot of yelling and so, so much repressed sex.

i'm also reading 'a memoir of a neon angel' by cherie currie-- seriously good stuff, if you're into that kind of thing. i actually recommend this book over the (decent) movie 'the runaways' with kristen stewart playing a spot on joan jett (except for the height, that i don't get... kristen has to be like, nearly a foot taller than ms. jett) and dakota fanning doing a fairly decent job with cherie. not everyone can be cherie currie, including cherie currie herself. she was the cherie monster, she even said so herself. but that's besides the point-- the book is brilliant and captivating. so much so, that i've had to hide it so i can read my assigned books. fuckers be boring!

so listen away, young readers, to the dulcet sounds of jackie fox' rudimentary bass slapping, joan's shredding of a guitar and cherie's incredibly adult sounding voice. keep in mind, she was 15 when she started the runaways, 17 by the time she was out, so her voice projection was astounding. the first time i heard 'cherry bomb' i was sure i was listening to a twenty-something woman. oh how wrong i was.

it's an oldie, and a not so goodie since after cherie left the band pretty much fell into obscurity, with joan eventually breaking off to do her wildly successful solo project (see: joan jett and the blackhearts or that incredibly annoying hit song 'i love rock and roll'-- yeah, that's joan from the runaways) but nonetheless it's one of my personal favorites.

if you're doing the quick listen, i have both album suggestions as well as songs:
for the in-the-moment-runaways-at-their-best pick up 'runaways live in japan'-- possibly the best performance they'd ever performed, not to mention the best live album they put together.
the epitome of runaways glory is 'queens of noise'-- their first album (the runaways) was recorded rough, meaning they did one or two takes -- since 'queens' is a more polished album than the freshman release would ever be.

for a real quick listen, my top runaway's songs:

- american nights
- cherry bomb
- queens of noise
- you drive me wild (joan sings)
- take it or leave it
- midnight music
- heartbeat
- california paradise
- dead end justice
- hollywood

as a note: i've always liked cherry bomb, i got excited about the movie. i'm not a runaways fan because of kristen stewart/dakota fanning. i think i'm better than that.......

currents

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10. radioactive - kings of leon
9. cherry bomb - the runaways
8. birthday - kings of leon
7. school night - coma foxes
6. runaway - kanye west
5. good arms v. bad arms - frightened rabbit
4. represent (rocked out mix) - weezer
3. closer (presets remix) - kings of leon
2. pony up - kings of leon
1. erase me - kid cudi ft kanye west

'... i keep on running keep on running and nothing works. i can't get away from you, no. i keep on ducking keep on ducking you, nothing helps. i can't stop missing you. it's like i'm her new nightmare-- she ain't escaping. it makes me feel a bit complete. knowing someone you love don't feel the same way about you-- memories they soon delete...'

currents

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10. children of the light - white flight
9. turn off your phone (stay the night) - the shagbots
8. i walked - sufjan stevens
7. floating in the forth - frightened rabbit
6. wolves (pt I & II) - bon iver
5. abandoned town - the smooth maria
4. eyes on fire - blue foundation
3. the rakes song - the decemberists
2. nothing like you - frightened rabbit
1. radioactive - kings of leon

' ... it's in the water, it's in the story of where you came from. your sons and daughters in all their glory-- it's gonna save her. and when the crash and come together and start rising. just drink the water where you came from, where you came from... '

lyrical fitness

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i'll turn off the tv; it's killing us, we never speak. there's a radio in the corner-- it's dying to make us see. so give me soft, soft static with a human voice underneath and we can both get old fashioned; put the brakes on these fast, fast wheels. oh let's get old fashioned, back to how things used to be.
if i get old, old fashioned, would you get old, old fashioned with me?
put the wall clock int he top drawer; turn off the lights so we can't see. we will waltz across the carpet, 1-2-3-2-2-3. so give me the soft, soft static of the open fire and the shuffle of our feet.
we can both get old fashioned; do it like they did in '43
oh let's get old fashioned back to how things used to be.
if i get old, old fashioned, will you get old, old fashioned with me?
so give me soft, soft static; we won't need no electricity. if we both get old fashioned we won't have to rely on our memories.
oh let's get old fashioned back to how things used to be.
if i get old, old fashioned would you get old, old fashioned with me?

currents

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10. living in colour - frightened rabbit
9. gentlewoman - coma cinema
8. kids in the hall - byrds of paradise
7. abandoned town - the smooth maria
6. the wrestle - frightened rabbit
5. old, old fashioned - frightened rabbit
4. poke - frightened rabbit
3. home together - white denim
2. alright (sha-la-la) - burnt ones
1. children of the light - white flight

'... we can sit and drink the sunlight ever bright, even in the night. when the skies are on fire with love, from the circles above. yeah, it's spinning above... now the taste is on my tongue. should i stay or should i run?'

this is how i know there's a god, and that he might like me

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THANK YOU BABY, ADOLESENT TEENAGED OR ADULT JESUS.
one of you is maybe to thank right now.

I'M DYING, i really am.

10/19/10
KoL COME AROUND SUNDOWN!
i have tears in my eyes just thinking about getting my paws on that cd. because my love for KoL rivals my love of breathing-- i need it to function, to live. anyone who knows me knows this. i would have to think twice about murdering my family in cold blood to see them in concert again.

OH MY GOD! world tour?!? come to meeeeeeeeeeee caleb followill

if the month ends in 'ber' i'm drinking

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BLALOCK'S INDIE/ROCK PLAYLIST GIVES ME QUIVERS. REALLY, REALLY GOOD QUIVERS.

run, do not walk to get the october playlists, filthy hipsters!

lyrical fitness

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over elkin avenue the helium balloon disappears into the sky. you give some money to a junkie; watch as the sunny day drifts by.
can't tell you why you said you loved me. and i kind of believed that. but these days, who knows what it means.
so we sat by the launderette with magazines and cigarettes; talked about a million other things.
these are the last words i'll say to you; these are the last words i'll say to you.
i never saw the world the way the city looks to me today. i never thought the end would come this way.
these are the last words i'll say to you; these are the last words i'll say to you.
last night i dreamt that somebody had tied and it was one of us. i did the biggest thing that i could, but that was not enough.
these are the last words i will say to you.

currents

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10. sleep tight - rollerskaters
9. i am you - coolrunnings
8. ready to start - arcade fire
7. turn off your phone; stay the night - the shagbots
6. nothing like you - frightened rabbit
5. daylight - matt & kim
4. radioactive - kings of leon
3. summer eyes - tyler lefebvre
2. knock on wood - seal/etta james/emma stone
1. good life - onerepublic

'... sometimes there's airplanes i can't jump out. sometimes there's bullshit that don't work out. we are god of stories, but please tell me: what there is to complain about? when you're happy like a fool, you let it take you over. when everything is out, you gotta take it in. oh, this has gotta be the good life. this has gotta be the good life. this could really be a good life, good life. i say, oh, got this feeling that you can't fight; the city is on fire tonight. this could really be a good life; a good, good life. hopelessly; i feel like there might be something that i'll miss. hopelessly; i feel like the window closes oh so quick. hopelessly; i'm taking a mental picture of you now. because hopelessly the hope we have is so much to feel good about....'

lyrical fitness

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lover, will you look at me now? i'm already dead to you, but i'm inclined to explain to you what i could not before.
whatever you didn't do, what you couldn't say i am sorry that the worst has arrived, for i deserve more for at least i deserve the respect of a kiss goodbye.
tell me, do you think of me now, as i think of you? for i could not have shaken the touch of your breath on my arm for it has stayed with me as an epitet.
i am sorry the worst has arrived, for i'm on the floor in the room where we made it our last touch of the night.
i walked, cause you walked but i won't get very far. sensation to what you said, but i'm not about to expect something more.
i would not have run off but i couldn't bear that it's me-- it's my fault. i should not be so lost but i've got nothing left to love.
love, will you look from me now. i'm already dead but i've come to explain why i left such a mess on the floor. for when you went away i went crazy. i was wild with the breast of a dog.
i ran through the night with the knife in my chest with the lust of your loveless life.
i walked, cause you walked but i probably won't get very far. sensation to what you said but i'm not about to expect something more.
i would not have run off but i couldn't bear that it's me-- it's my fault. i should not be so lost but i've got nothing left to love.
i walked, cause you walked.

currents

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10. mtv - the shagbots
9. conductor - we were promised jetpacks
8. everything, all at once - correatown
7. lawn knives - gobble gobble
6. eat sun, son - gobble gobble
5. i'm not miserable - frightened rabbit
4. turn off your phone, stay the night - the shagbots
3. ghost inside - broken bells
2. i walked - sufjan stevens
1. i like you so much better when you're naked - ida maria

'... all the clever things i should say to you they got stuck somewhere; stuck between me and you. oh i'm nervous i don't know what to do. light a cigarette, i only smoke when i'm with you. whoa! what the hell do i do this for? you're just another guy! okay, you're kinda sexy. but you're not really special but i won't mind if you take me home, come on take me home. i won't mind if you take off all your clothes, come on, take them off. because i like you so much better when you're naked, i like me so much better when you're naked. i like you so much better when you're naked...'

currents

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10. radioactive - kings of leon
9. you drive me wild - joan jett
8. everything, all at once - correatown
7. keep yourself warm - frightened rabbit
6. eat sun, son - GOBBLE GOBBLE
5. swim until you can't see land - frightened rabbit
4. daydreaming - dark dark dark
3. summer eyes - tyler lefebvre
2. i hate myself for loving you - joan jett
1. fun stuff - frightened rabbit

'... that there's nothing sadder than sad, sad sex and the bad, bad news is that i gave in to the ugly hand that first led me away from you. the fun stuff is not so fun without you...'

do ya wanna touch?

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the coolest people in the world offered me a chance in a lifetime.

totally got to meet joan jett. backstage at the aerosmith/joan jett tour. FUCKING MOST ROCKINEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE!

she's so WEE!

pictures/videos to follow when i get around to it. the concert was aaaaa-mazing, just so you know. joan still sounds just like she did twenty years ago. now that is how to be.

faann, as in fan-ny

Written by ffh in frightened rabbit, recommendations with No comments

i realize i've already given a recommendation for september but if i could scream about this band from the rooftops, i would; megaphone in hand bastardizing the songs while i try to sing them with a (poorly done) scottish brogue.

i don't know what i'd do without BIRP. i think i'd still be listening to the suggestions i read about in rollingstone (nothing wrong with that BUT...).

frightened rabbit should be nominated for a grammy, a british mtv music award... fuck i'd give them a juno. they need to be recognized as brilliant GENIUSES. i think i've listened to 'swim until you can't see land' like ninety times in the last week. 'the wrestle' is amazing; the ochestration and the lyrics are married in this earnest, almost raw kind of way. the music is earnest. there's no pretentious autotune, nothing. AND I FUCKING LOVE IT ALL. love love love love love.

the scottish accent certainly helps this. i won't lie.
fyi... 'ungh' material. that accent is a heat guided missile to my lady bits. phew.

so my second recommendation for the month of september is frightened rabbit

if you're interested take a gander at these:

swim until you can't see land
keep yourself warm
the wrestle
set you free

currents

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10. lawn knives - gobble gobble
9. bone dry - a b & the sea
8. f*ck you - cee lo green
7. summer eyes - tyler lefebvre
6. i walked - sufjan stevens
5. daydreaming - dark dark dark
4. eat sun, son - gobble gobble
3. comme des enfants - coeur de pirate
2. borderline (madonna cover) - the flaming lips
1. swim until you can't see land - frightened rabbit

'... we salute the threshhold of the north sea of my mind and a nod to the boredom to face the tide and swim. i swim; oh swim. dip a toe in the ocean oh how it hardens and it numbs. the rest of me is the version of me to collapse into crumbs. and if i hadn't come now to the coast to disppear i may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears. so swim until you can't see land...'

obsessive compulsive compulsions

Written by ffh in GOBBLE GOBBLE, recommendations with No comments

so by now, if you're reading this, you've noticed that i like my electro-pop-dance-synth heavy music almost as much as i like breathing and walking.
i love, love, love the glitch mob, girl talk, tv on the radio, tobacco etc... you name an artist/band that has a synth in it, or snippets of old r&b songs, i've probably creamed over it.

well, maybe not all of them, but you catch my drift.

september's recommendation is definitely one of those bands that increases the heart rate and injects pure, unadulterated adrenaline into your veins: Edmonton Alberta, Canada's GOBBLE GOBBLE.

i'm dying inside at the fact he's from edmonton (bastard oilers! city of champions my aunt fanny!) but i can't deny that this boy/manchild has mad skills at making me wish i had a place to gently sway on a piece of cardboard on the sidewalk.

i first heard boring horror in the middle of the summer and from the second the song started i was pathetically hooked. i think i listened to boring horror like ninety times the first day-- the play count on itunes was ridiculous-- and even more the following day. i was a GOBBLE GOBBLE-ing it up, and i was fiending for more. the trusty internet is a difficult and fickle place to look, especially because he's like, from canada dude, so looking and finding his songs are nearly impossible (and i refuse to give into the machine that is itunes... i mean i buy stuff sometimes but sometimes, $0.99 is way too much for a shitty song).
thank god for BIRP, otherwise i would've missed out on the gem that is GOBBLE GOBBLE's cover of the infamous Pixie's song, where is my mind?

... way out in the water watch is swimmin'... oooooooooooooo

i like the Pixies. it's taken me years to like the pixies. now whenever i hear where is my mind i'm catapulted to my backyard where the infecitous dance anthem from a deadmonton dj first grabbed ahold of my heartstrings and pulled out my ears to truly give them an orgasmic experience. it's almost like his music is causing the pleasure receptors in my brain to fire off in accordance to the pulsing of the rhythm.

i wouldn't recommend his full-length album, 'neon graveyard' for the simple fact it's not half as good as his singles. but if you've got the chance to see this amazing artist live, i'd jump, give up a vital organ and step on my granny to pop and weave and jump about to rhythmic joy. i'm eagerly anticipating his show in calgary november 6th so i can fangirl and finally sway-- artistically-- on my cardboard.

if you're interested these are my top GOBBLE GOBBLE picks:

boring horror
where is my mind (pixie's blasphemy)
lawn knives
eat sun, son
end of days

find out more at:
last fm: GOBBLE GOBBLE
myspace: where hipsters unite (GOBBLE GOBBLE page)

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in frightened rabbit, lyrics with No comments

we salute at the threshold of the north sea, of my mind. and a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide.
and to swim; i swim. oh swim.
dip a toe in the ocean; oh how it hardens and it numbs. the rest of me is a version of me, built to collapse into crumbs. and if i hadn't come down to the coast to disappear i may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
up to my knees now: do i wait? do i dive? the sea has seen my like before though it's my first and perhaps, last time. let's call me a baptist; call this the drowning of the past. she's there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
now the water's taller than me and the land is a marker line. all i am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.
so swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?
swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land. swim until you can't see land.
are you a man, or you a bag of sand?

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. spill yer lungs - julie dolron
9. borderline (madonna cover) - the flaming lips
8. this is my time - lights on
7. conductor - we were promised jetpacks
6. paul blart and the death of art - herzog
5. where is my mind (pixies blasphemy) - GOBBLE GOBBLE
4. windstorm - school of seven bells
3. tiger - maximum balloon ft aku
2. swim until you can't see land - frightened rabbit
1. f*ck you! - cee lo green

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. the wrestle - frightened rabbit
9. avec mes mecs - humans
8. bad connection - eulogies
7. street trash - tobacco
6. relax - blake mcgrath
5. california paradise - the runaways
4. love is on the line - goodfellaz
3. psycho killer - talking heads
2. bear - antlers
1. get up girl! - the shagbots

'... GET UP GIRL DANCE WITH ME I WANT YOU CAN'T YOU SEE?...'

a/n: the bassist in this band, the shagbots? one word: lickable.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. i want you back (jackson 5 cover) - discovery
9. cape cod kwassa kwassa - hot chip & peter gabriel
8. king of the carrot flowers pt 3 - the apples in stereo
7. moving to new york (kyte remix) - the wombats
6. where is my mind (pixie's blasphemy) - gobble gobble
5. where i'm going - cut copy
4. cocknbullkid - cocknbullkid
3. windstorm - school of seven bells
2. barny rubble - the twang
1. boring horror - gobble gobble

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in lyrics, wakey wakey wakey with No comments

said sit down with me before you go; that's the wrong thing i know. but i don't know when i will see you again and it gets so lonely...
see you'd be foolish if you stayed here now. maybe if you leave we could work it out. 'cause i know the city only breaks you down and it gets you lonely; see it's gonna get lonely.
so you miss the feeling when you step outside. yeah, your mind comes all untied. and then you open up your eyes and you don't feel lonely.
see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better someday.
see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better someday.
yeah, someday.
see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better; see it feels bad now but it's gonna get better someday.

the quivers

Written by ffh in august, recommendations, the black keys with No comments

so a while back i recommended the heavy for that feel good, vinyl-esque dirty rock and roll with lots of funk and plenty 'o' fun.
i hope that [insert readers here... *crickets*] everyone got their copy of the house that dirt built because without this essential building block of epic dirty rock, my next recommendation will fall flat.

for the month of august i'm prescribing a healthy dose of the black keys. now, don't mock, i never used to like them. they were kind of... eh when i was younger and less of a filthy hipster. i was a hipster, but not to the outrageous level that i am today. if i knew then what i know now... i don't even know what i'd do with that plethora of information.
i'd definitely start snorting coke... i'm too old to develop a classy habit like that. i'll stick to my g&t.

whoa, off-topic. bear with me, it's been a trying day hocking shitty jewellery to the entire immigrant population of calgary.

i'm digging the reverb heavy vocals and the driving beats, the rocking guitar and the... suggestive lyrics. there's nothing i like better than a clearly stated double entendre in my dirty rock and roll.
i guess i should attempt to describe what i think is 'dirty rock and roll' since i keep waxing poetic on the definition:

anything you wouldn't hear on top 40 radio; it's gritty, like you're listening to it through your dad's fabric covered speakers he got with his paper route back in 1967, the 'stereophonic' sound coming through muffled and scratchy just like it was intended. it sounds like vinyl-- dirty, scratchy, pops and cracks but it's intentional instead of poor record maintenance (not that i've ever been neglectful of the massive collection of 45s we have. i think my father would rip out my heart with his bear hands if he ever found i'd been a dickbag to his precious'). it simultaneously makes you want to dance, fuck, smoke hash, drive a vw van across the country, smoke more hash and fuck while on hash, protest everything and fuck everything.
okay... heavy on the fucking.

the black keys, fronted by dan auerbach (guitar/vox) and patrick carney (drums) is remniscent of the white stripes' set up.
it makes me giggle when i think if they ever toured together it'd be the white stripes/black keys PIANO SOUL tour. baaahahahahahahahahahaha ohhhhhmyfcuk.
[A/N: aaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhh brain melt... stanley krubrick marathon on tv while i wrote this and eyes wide shut demands my full attention to understand what the fuck is going on]. some dirty journalist described the duo's sound as old-soul, but i'm going to describe it in my own eloquence as dirty fucking rock. you can remove the cuss word if you're sensitive. i should put a disclaimer on these...

i understand that this kind of sound isn't typical to a summer playlist. it's a heavier sound, not poppy and airy and fluffy and 'oh-my-god-katy-perry-is-a-fucking-twat' [cal-i-forn-ia gurls we're un-dee-ni-a-ble suck-my-balls-bikinis-on-top]. i'd like to point out that i can see anyone driving down a major hi-way/interstate in a land shark [my apologies to anyone who doesn't know of the works of the late and amazing hunter s. thompson and BOO ON YOU] grooving out, a fatty dangling while someone jacks/jills your off as you cruise.

this is the perfect theme music for driving and for screwing; for being the most base form of yourself that you can become. i'm truly digging the sounds that eminate from my speakers when i'm listening to the black keys. [A/N: FUCKING STANLEY KRUBRICK MUSIC SCARES THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF ME. just thought i'd share that with ya'll].

so without further ado, my recommended recommendations.

next girl
10AM automatic
psychotic girl
got mine
tighten up
nothing like you (mos def)
girl is on my mind
strange times

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in a fine frenzy, lyrics with No comments

your fingertips against my skin; the palm trees swaying in the wind in my chase. you sang me spanish lullabies, the sweetest sadness in your eyes. clever trick.
i never wanna see you unhappy, i thought you'd want the same for me.
goodbye, my almost lover. goodbye, my hopeless dream.
i'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
so long, my luckless romance-- my back is turned on you. should've known you'd bring me heartache-- almost lovers always do.
we walked along a crowded street. you took my hand and danced with me in the shade. and when you left you kissed my lips; you told me you'd never, ever forget these images. no.
i'd never wanna see you unhappy; i thought you'd want the same for me.
goodbye, my almost lover. goodbye, my hopeless dream.
i'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
so long, my luckless romance-- my back is turned on you. should've know you'd bring me heartache-- almost lovers always do.
i cannot go to the ocean; i cannot try the streets at night. i cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
so you're gone and i'm haunted and i bet you are just fine.
did i make it that easy to walk in and out of my life?
goodbye, my almost lover. goodbye, my hopeless dream.
i'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?
so long, my luckless romance. my back is turned on you. should've known you'd bring me heartache-- almost lovers always do.

filthy f!cking hipster vol 1

Written by ffh in hipster, playlist with No comments

uh... the title explains it all. i'm going to go ride my bike through chelsea smoking my rollie now.

tropicana - ratatat
this fine social scene - zero seven
the sea is a fine place to think of the future - los campesinos
dry the rain - the beta band
underneath the stars - the cure
curses - baby monsters
night winds (acoustic) - geographer
racing like a pro - the national
daydreaming - dark dark dark
babe - evenings
separate - the thermals
something to do with my hands - her space holiday
never been alone - the cutaway
favorite murderer - eldia
undercover martyn flexin' it (passion pit remix) - two-door cinema club
generator ^ second floor - freelance whales
love somebody - cancel the astronauts
could it be sunstroke? - you, me and everyone we know
the mans machine - jamie t
things i would have swapped for heart-shaped glasses - johnny foreigner
bit rate variations in b-flat (girl) (remix by paza) - beck
turn this boat around - matt & kim
anthems of a 17 year-old girl - broken social scene
we own the sky - m83
saeglopur - sigur ros
cheerleader - grizzly bear
breathe me - sia
car crash blues - the sharpest
virtute the cat explains her departure - the weakerthans
wax and wine - loch lomond
two weeks - grizzly bear
the reason - the weakerthans
the late greats - wilco
i can get back up now - you, me and everyone we know
almost everything - wakey! wakey! wakey!
moves - the new pornographers
bears - antlers
the weekenders - the hold steady
all the wine - the national
delta spirits - st. francis
bracket, WI - bon iver
gentle hours - yo la tengo
everybody daylight - brightback morning light
ecstasy - jj
rover frenz - amazing baby
tape eater - tobacco
darling (reprise) - magic man
alaska - dr. dog
evil urges - my morning jacket
stillness is the move - dirty projectors

... more to come.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. remind me - royksopp
9. the sea is a fine place to think of the future - los campesinos
8. almost everything - wakey! wakey! wakey!
7. ecstasy - jj
6. bears - antlers
5. this fine social scene - zero seven
4. something to do with my hands - her space holiday
3. dark dark dark - daydreaming
2. boring horror - gobble gobble
1. the reason - the weakerthans

'... how i don't know how to sing; i can barely play this thing but you never seem to mind and you tell me to fuck off when i need somebody to. how you make me laugh so hard. whole years refuse to stay where we told them to. bad dog, locked up whining in a word or a misplaced souvenir. how the past chews on your shoes and these memories lick my ear. how we waste our precious time marching in the picket lines that surround those striking hearts. how the time is never now, and we know who we should love, but we're never certain how. i know you might roll your eyes at this but i'm so glad that you exist...'

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in camera obscura, lyrics with No comments

a half-full moon in mexico city; i think of you. when i saw the southern cross, i wished that you had too.
i wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew but it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.
i've been spending half the year in a plane going up and down.
you've been seeing other people from a nearby town.
been obsessing and getting depressed about us; excess baggage and other stupid band stuff.
i wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before.
i wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew but it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.
when you said the veins in my left hand were shaped like a tree, was that the very last time you really looked at me?
i'm in training to become as cold as ice;
i'm determined to protect my feelings, to disguise.
and when i said i didn't love you, i told a lie.
because there is no one above you, though i try.
would you laugh at the time i spent calling your name, over and over and over again?
i wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before.
i wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew but it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.
the trouble is i got me close to hating me.
when i wake up in the morning it's your face i see.
where you once made me feel less afraid you've got me pouring myself all over this page.
i wish my heart was cold but it's warmer than before.
i wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew but it's as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. boogie shoes - kc & the sunshine band
9. 99 problems - jay z
8. stereo love - edward maya ft vika jingulina
7. audacity of huge - simian mobile disco
6. dance yrself clean - lcd soundsystem
5. psychotic girl - the black keys
4. my love - sia
3. ain't nothing like you - the black keys ft mos def & jim jones
2. so much - ragdev
1. always like this - bombay bicycle club

' ... oh you can't wait for what i can give. you know what i am, so you know how i live it. try to look proud but you're not in the slightest. it's happening now but it's always been like this, like this. i'm not whole; i'm not whole. oh, you waste it all. but i'm not whole.'

no pause

Written by ffh in girl talk, recommendations with No comments

i can't believe i've never waxed poetic about this subject. i touched on the glitch mob which are essentially the same format, just different.
but the fact that i haven't gone gaga over girl talk is unseemingly ridiculous. even my inner monologue finds it ridiculous that i haven't spouted my infinite knowledge and unwavering love for this philly dj/mix artist/brilliant human being.

so i will go forth and do this. over and over again.

feed the animals is possibly the best album i have in my collection right now (besides, like, radiohead's ok computer or cage's hells winter. pffft). the genius is, you shouldn't listen to just one or two songs, you have to listen to the whole thing from play your part pt 1 to the very end, play your part pt 2. i tried an experiment once to see if i could get the same smooth results by playing just the two play your part parts together and, well, there's a reason i'm getting a degree in teaching because i definitely won't be a dj anytime soon. the album is genius because for every three songs you don't know, you'll know ten at the least. i can pick out eminem, jackson five, procol harem, the band, outkast... everything and it`s fucking brilliant.

he's coming to my city tomorrow. and by tomorrow i mean friday. technically it's already thursday since it's after midnight BUT whatever. i'm in a post-eclipse [read: post-coital] bliss right now so forgive me if i'm not selling the album 'feed the animals' as hard as i want to.

but for real though, folks. i know i say it every time i make a recommendation but this time it's sort of like a do or die kind of thing. if you don't pick up girl talk's 'feed the animals' album (or 'night ripper', my other personal favorite) you will die.

just sayin'.

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in lyrics, the constellations with No comments

with her cigarette lips and soldier tits yeah they stand at attention with her hands on her hips. she's got a crocodile smile and switchblade style yeah, she'll stab you in the back with her fingernail file. stays cool as you come so uncomfortably numb as you drop to the floor with the flick of her tongue. she's got her hand on the wheel and one on the stick, yeah, she'll put you in gear with the twitch of her neck. oh felicia baby i think i really really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl; i'm out of my head. i don't believe ya, i need ya. felicia babe i think i really, really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl; i'm out of my head. i don't believe ya, i need ya. give me that lipstick kiss that makes me drip. wipe the sweat from my back with your leather whip. so sick the way your trickin' like a little girl asking daddy for a lollipop shaking my world. she's the queen of the serpent, the devil be damned; got Lucifer himself eating out of her hand. and when she smile from the floor i can't hold back; the train is coming to the station but it's off of the track. oh felicia babe i think i really, really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl. i'm out of my head. i don't believe ya, i need ya. felicia babe i think i really, really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl. i'm out of my head; i don't believe ya, i need ya. she'll give you what you want; she'll give you what you need. do all the things you like she got some tricks up her sleeve. she'll make you shiver with delight, have you knockin' your knees. if you want it come and get it you don't have to say please. but after she's done you know it's your turn; gonna get her hotter than a firecracker baby i'm gonna make it burn. oh felicia. felicia. oh felicia babe i think i really, really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl. i'm out of my head; i don't believe ya, i need ya. felicia, babe i think i really, really need ya. so sexy when you're working on your knees girl. i'm out of my head; i don't believe ya, i need ya.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. new york i love you - lcd soundsystem
9. your touch - the black keys
8. cooler than me - mike posner
7. get ready - sublime
6. d.o.a (death of autotune) jay-z
5. tighten up - the black keys
4. girl on my mind - the black keys
3. lay me down - dirty hands ft rome
2. frisky - tinnie tempah ft labrinth
1. everlasting light - the black keys

'... let me be your everlasting light. i'll hold and never scold; in me you can confide when no one's by your side. let me be your everlasting light. oh baby, can't you see? i'm shining just for you. lonliness is over, dark days are through-- they're through...'

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. dynamite - taio cruz
9. million miles an hour - eastern conference champions
8. fake empire - the national
7. deja vu - 3OH!3
6. made for you - onerepublic
5. celia - toots & the maytals
4. only exception - paramore
3. capable - KO
2. felicia - the constellations
1. lay me down - dirty hands ft rome

'... well you're my green-eyed girl and i've been running around with you; it's the afternoon and we got nothing left to do. so wipe the dirt of, or take your shirt off and we should go hit the cantina, we got work off. i said it's hot outside let me go swimming in your eyes. we've been running for a while why don't you lay down, make me smile. i could never ask for nothing better than this; it's just tequila and the beach that's why it's salty when we kiss...'

let's get lost

Written by ffh in infatuation, recommendations, soundtrack with No comments

ok, not everyone likes twilight. I get it.

but i do.
do/did same shit.

anyways, the new soundtrack for eclipse! wow. my thoughts:

in the third installment of the incredibly popular 'twilight saga', 'eclipse' has some big shoes to fill. a lot of expectation is riding on this film since it's such a crucial book in the series; bella finally stops being a sandy vagina about choosing between jacob and edward, edward pops the question and there's finally some violence in this mormon-love fest.
so it's only fitting that the soundtrack has to carry some weight as well.
with the twilight soundtrack, it was so... indie and quaint and earthy-- lots of sounds that sounded ethereal but were so organic and earthy that you could really understand that this movie was simply a story about a girl falling in love with the wrong guy. the first soundtrack set up the storyline; the narrative that would need to be shattered in new moon.
new moon had to be dark and haunting since the book is a bunch of garbage. there needed to be some songs that were a little bit sad (or a lot sad, depending on which team, edward or jacob, you cheer for), there needed to be some songs that redeemed; songs that gave hope and comfort to the wounded soul. and then there needed to be an epic song, one that would fully explain that love, true love, is really forever.
with that said, new moon missed the mark.
i hated that soundtrack. there was like, 3 songs i could handle. and the way they were used in the movie was just dreadful. chris weitz... for future reference not every scene in a movie needs background noise. you ruined the most heart-wrenching break-up scene in the history of break-up scenes by putting some sappy ass 'emotion evoking' violins.
fuck that, i sob because of the words, not because there are violins playing in the background.

so when i read the playlist for eclipse, i was a little hesitant, for obvious reasons.

my jaded opinion on the twilight saga is no more.

wow! the names, the songs, excellent! they're emotion provoking, thoughtful and well put together. i'm totally digging it.
so for this weeks recommendation, i say the twilight saga eclipse soundtrack. on it you'll get beck and bat for lashes, florence + the machine, metric etc... if you're a skeptic, take a gander at 'let's get lost' natasha from bat for lashes and beck's submission to the twilight machine or 'heavy in your arms' by florence + the machine.

but seriously... even if you hate twilight this album is worth owning. i'll even permit you to black out rob, kristen and taylors face.
well... maybe not rob's. that's kind of blasphemous.

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in florence and the machine, lyrics with No comments

i was a heavy heart to carry; my beloved was weighed down. my arms around his neck, my fingers laced in a crown. i was a heavy heart to carry, my feet dragged across the ground and he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown.
my love has concrete feet; my love's an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall.
i'm so heavy, heavy. heavy in your arms. i'm so heavy, heavy. heavy in your arms.
and is it worth the wait, all this killing time? are you strong enough to stand protecting both your heart and mine? who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd? the one who creeps in corridors and doesn't make a sound.
my love has concrete feet; my love's an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall.
my love has concrete feet; my love's an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall.
i'm so heavy; heavy. heavy in your arms.
i'm so heavy; heavy. so heavy in your arms.
this will be my last confession: 'i love you' never felt like any blessing. whisper it like it's a secret; uttered to condemn the one who hears it with a heavy heart.
heavy; heavy. heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.
heavy; heavy. heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.
heavy; heavy. heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.
heavy; heavy. heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.
i was a heavy heart to carry; my beloved was weighed down. my arms around his neck, my fingers laced a crown. i was a heavy heart to carry but he never let me down. when he held me in his arms my feet never touched the ground.
i'm so heavy; heavy in your arms.
heavy. i'm so heavy in your arms.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. vanderlyle crybaby geeks - the national
9. sunburn - muse
8. some kind of nature - gorillaz ft lou reed
7. heavy in your arms - florence & the machine
6. ours - the bravery
5. chop and change - the black keys
4. everybody loves me - onerepublic
3. fresh hex - tobacco ft beck
2. marchin' on - onerepublic
1. lets get lost - beck & bat for lashes

' ... touch me i'm cold; unable to control. touch me i'm golden and wild as the wind blows. and tumbling, tumbling. don't go fascination. if just for tonight darling, let's get lost. if just for tonight darling, let's get lost. let me come closer, i'm not your shadow. with our eyes shielding from the oncoming counts it's not hard for us to say what we should not... '

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in lyrics, the national with No comments

stand up straight at the foot of your love; i'll lift my shirt. stand up straight at the foot of you're love; i'll lift my shirt up.
i was carried to ohio in a swarm of bees. i never married, but ohio don't remember me.
lay my head on the hood of your car; i take it too far. lay my head on the hood of your car; i take it too far.
i still owe money to the money to the money i owe. i never thought about love when i thought about home.
i still owe money to the money to the money i owe. the floors are falling out from everybody i know.
i'm on a bloodbuzz, yes i am. i'm on a bloodbuzz; i'm on a bloodbuzz. god i am; i'm on a bloodbuzz.
i was carried to ohio in a swarm of bees. i never married, but ohio don't remember me.
i still owe money to the money to the money i owe. i never thought about love when i thought about home.
i still owe money to the money to the money i owe. the floors are falling out from everybody i know.
i'm on a bloodbuzz, yes i am. i'm on a bloodbuzz; i'm on a bloodbuzz. god i am; i'm on a bloodbuzz.

android porn

Written by ffh in recommendations, the glitch mob with No comments

so.
feel the need for a dance party in your living room? perhaps your car?
are you feeling as though electronic beats mixed with the sweetest vocals ever needs to be added into your life?
well, if you've answered yes to any of these, run, don't walk, to your nearest record store and pick up the glitch mobs 'crush mode'. i've been listening to it while i'm waiting for my hair colour to take and WOW. the tracks are not only melodically fine tuned like a well maintained piece of german engineering but the fit seemlessly between one another.
i like girl talk, so this is probably the natural course of my obsession of mixed music. you don't get to hear this stuff on the radio and that's what kills me-- everyone complains about the same old shit but when i try to play anyone something new, they scoff. these brilliant examples fall under the category of "the unrefined and closed minded people won't get this shit" kind of music, and for the most part it breaks my heart. i don't want to have to explain why these are good tracks, i don't want to have to explain myself at all to these rubes but they continually complain, and when i deliver on changing it up, they are like, 'what. the. fuck. this is garbage.'
to which my heart breaks, completely. i guess i'm not meant for top 40 music lame-sauce-ness.
like, fucking WEAK! on akon. although, sadly, bodybounce is hella catchy.
kinda like herpes.

but i'm off topic, like, wayyyy off topic, so i digress.
start off slow, d/l 'android porn' or 'air raid' OR for the adventurous who want to cross their loves like i did, d/l the glitch mob remix of tv on the radio's 'red dress'.
fucking mind blowing! i fucking love that track, every time i listen to it, i fall in love just a little more. it's fucking hypnotizing; the intro sucks you into this trance that's almost like a backwards record and picks up into this lurching, heartbreakingly bass-bumpin' track with tv on the radio, my favorite band... well, second to KoL haha.
if you like android porn/air raid, head on over to your local record store and for sure pick up 'crush mode' and sit back for 40 minutes of mind blowing electronica/hip-hop mashups that make me quiver in the restrained need to dance my ass off.

seriously though folks... if you're willing to broaden your world of music just take a chance on these amazing djs. seriously! it's not garbage; the kid that said that likes nickleback.
he clearly cannot be trusted.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. wolf like me - tv on the radio
9. bodybounce - kardinal offical ft akon
8. android porn - the glitch mob
7. feel better - hot chip
6. pursuit of happiness - kid cudi
5. bloodbuzz ohio - the national
4. fresh hex - tobacco ft beck
3. king of anything - sara bareilles
2. air raid - the glitch mob
1. loser - beck (glee cast version)

'... in the time of chimpanzees i was a monkey. butane in my veins and i'm out to cut the junkie with the plastic eyeballs; spray-paint the vegetables. dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose. kill the headlights and put it in neutral; stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control. baby's in reno with the vitamin d. got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat. someone came sayin' i'm insane to complain about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt-- don't believe everything that you breathe. you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve. so shave your face with some mace in the dark; savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park. yo, cut it. soy un perdedor; i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?...'

lyrical fitness

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the lazy way they turned your head into a rest stop for the dead and did it all in gold and blue and grey.
the efforts to allay your dread, in spite of all you knew and said, were hard to see and harder still to say.
a comfort plush, all laced in lead was sent to quell your sentiment and keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay.
and when a sudden silhouette escaped the top-side of your bed i knew you'd never, ever be the same.
is is not me? am i not folded by your touch? the words you spoke, i know too much-- it's over now and not enough.
is it not me? the damage you hold inside your blush? the load you towed, you showed it up-- it's over now and i'm insane.
wild spirits winds from out your chest collides with world and wilderness. it needs a gentle hand to call it home. now surfs the sun and scales the moon and winds the waistband of her womb. all eyes ablaze the day you break your mold.
is it not me? am i not culled into your clutch? the words you spoke-- i know too much, we're closer now and said enough.
is it not me? am i not rolled into your crush? the road you choose, uloads control-- see it take me so. go throw this stone into this halfway home.

current

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10. black swan - thom yorke
9. i feel better - hot chip
8. symphonies - dan black & kid cudi
7. eenie meanie - justin beiber & sean kingston
6. shiver - shawn desmond
5. halfway home - tv on the radio
4. dirty picture - taio cruz ft ke$ha
3. first kiss - 3oh!3 ft ke$ha
2. safety dance - glee cast
1. riding solo - jason derulo

' ... no one to answer to, no one that's gonna argue, no. and since i got the hold off me i'm living life now that i'm free, yeah. telling me to get my shit together; now i got my shit together, yeah. now i've made it through the weather. better days are gonna get better. i'm so sorry that it didn't work out; i'm moving on. i'm so sorry but it's over now; the pain is gone. i'm putting on my shades to cover up my eyes; i'm jumpin' in my ride i'm heading out tonight. i'm solo, i'm riding solo. i'm feeling like a star-- you can't stop my shine. i'm loving cloud nine-- my head's in the sky... '

currents

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10. cannonball - the breeders
9. dog days are over - florence & the machine
8. agent orange - cage
7. the backyard - dinosaur jr
6. magic - b.o.b ft rivers cuomo
5. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
4. anonanimal - andrew bird
3. lil hipster girl - lmfao
2. black swan - thom yorke
1. king of the carrot flowers pt 1 - neutral milk hotel

'... and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor. as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for. and this room one afternoon i knew i could love you. and from above you how i sank into your soul; into that secret place where no one dares to go. and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream of all the different ways to die. each one a little more than he could dare to try... '

lyrical fitness

Written by ffh in iron and wine, lyrics with No comments

oh, i've just come fromt he land of the sun from a war that must be won in the name of truth.
with our soldiers so brave, your freedom we save with our rifles and grenades and some help from God.
i want to see my family; my wife and child are waiting for me. i've got to go home, i've been so alone you see.
you just can't believe the joy i did recieve when i finally got my leave and i was going home.
oh, i flew through the sky, my convictions could not lie for my country i would die and i will see it soon.
when i walked through the door my wife she lay upon the floor and with tears in here eyes did sore, i don't know why.
then i looked into her hand and i saw the telegram; said that i was a brave, brave man but that i was dead.

currents

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10. sunburn - muse
9. she moves in her own way - the kooks
8. fuck this... i'm leaving -
7. eraser - thom yorke
6. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
5. red dress - tv on the radio (the glitch mob remix)
4. high road - broken bells
3. naive - the kooks
2. black swan - thom yorke
1. engine - neutral milk hotel

' ... for i am an engine and i'm rolling on. the world is all bending and breaking from me. for sweetness alone, who flew out the window and landed back home in a garden of green... '

currents

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10. bad reputation - joan jett
9. money to blow - birdman ft. drake & lil wayne
8. feel it (tiesto remix) - three 6 mafia, sean kingston & flo rida
7. magic - b.o.b ft rivers cuomo
6. naive - the kooks
5. black swan - thom yorke
4. opposite of adults - chiddy bang
3. airplanes - b.o.b ft haley williams
2. the dress looks nice on you - sufjan stevens
1. red dress (the glitch mob rmx) - tv on the radio

'... it's a trap, that much is plan. still, maybe send snapshots of all your sweet pain; playin' torturous games. it goes lense, light, fame. read my names on your lips when the man cracks the whip and you'll all shake your hips and you'll all dance to this without making a fist. and i know that it sounds mundane but it's a stone cold shame how they got you tame and they got me tame. so go ahead and put your red dress on; days of white robes come and gone, come and gone. oh, you rivers; oh you waters run. come bear witness to the whore of babylon... '

i feel it's almost wrong not to care...

Written by ffh in hipster, rant with No comments

upon spending copious amounts of time on teh interwebz (fuck) i've come to the abrupt realization that i'm a hipster.
hipster. gasp.
whether the fact that i'm acknowledging my ability to be a yuppie makes my observation null and void, but all of the stereotypical red flags are there. i'm a step away from cocaine use because it's cool and getting a tattoo of some stupid love poem in french across my wrist.
i'm a hip. ster.
what has happened?! i used to be that girl. you know, the girl that wore jeans because they're comfortable; the one who played rugby and didn't drink?
now i order gin when i go to the bar, fashionably late, of course instead of a vodka cooler. i freak out when i can't find something deliciously disheveled on my floor to wear and i find myself wanting to read the classics like bronte and dickens without being forced to by a teacher. i keep telling myself that it'll make me cultured. i find myself listening to weird conceptual music at the bar and really feeling it rather than just listening on the outside because, man, they are truly deep.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
when i scroll through my top played songs on my ipod, a part of me that went to warped tour to mosh her face off shudders. there are some mainstream songs yeah, but most of them are indie dribble that i love. i won't say it's bad music and i'm only listening to it because that's what hipsters do... i actually like it. and if that isn't the best answer a card carrying hipster could give, i don't know what is.
i'm not as fashionably conscious as a true hipster is, but i think that's just because i'm unfashionable to begin with. i can't dress myself to save my life.
but i act and talk and do all the stupid things hipsters do without even thinking.
my skinny jeans are worn ragged and i'm going to replace them with the exact same pair from urban outfitters this weekend. in fact, i love urban outfitters. i could honestly live in that store if it weren't for those frosty bitches that work there. i think they should develop an american apparel credit card because i would sooooo sign up for one. thrift stores are better than a smutty novel to get the ladyjuices flowing and the trendy area downtown has seen my face more than i think i've been in the college library.

hi, my name is getthejellytwat! and not only am i addicted to twilight and robert pattinson's face, among many, many other trivial things, i am a hipster. for my disgressions, i cannot be held accountable for anything i do past this admission of my failings.

happy 100 post

Written by ffh in 100, lyrics, moldy peaches with No comments

you're a part-time love and a full-time friend. the monkey on your back is the latest tren. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. i kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train. i kiss you all starry-eyed; my body's swinging from side to side. i don't know what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
here is the church and here is the steeple; we sure are cute for two ugly people. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
the pebbles forgive me, the treest forgive me so why can't you forgive me? i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
i will find my niche in your car with my mp3, dvd, rumble-packed guitar. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, b, a, start-- just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
you are always trying to keep it real and i'm in love with how you feel . i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
we both have shiny, happy fits of rage. you want more fans, i want more stage. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
don quixote was a steel driving man-- my name is adam, i'm your biggest fan. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
squinched up your face and did a dance; you shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.
but you.

lyrical fitness...

Written by ffh in lyrics, muse with No comments

this means nothing to me 'cause you are nothing to me. and it means nothing to me that you blew this away.
'cause you could've been number one if you only found the time.
and you could've ruled the whole world if you had the chance.
you could've been number one and you could've ruled the whole world and we could've had so much fun but you blew it away.
you're still nothing to me and this is nothing to me and you don't know what you've done but i'll give you a clue.
you could've been number one if you only had the chance.
and you could've ruled the whole world if you had the time.
you could've been number one and you could've ruled the whole world and we could've had so much fun but you blew it away.
you could've been number one and you could've ruled the whole world and we could've had so much fun but you blew it away.

currents

Written by ffh in current with No comments

10. are you man enough? - four tops
9. uno - muse
8. hungry like the wolf - duran duran
7. time to pretent - mgmt
6. gold, guns, girls - metric
5. the dress looks nice on you - sufjan stevens
4. giving up the gun - vampire weekend
3. hello, good morning - diddy & dirty money ft t.i
2. percussion drum - white rabbit
1. captain bumout - cage

' ... she grabbed me by the hand and she started to dance man. i said 'oh great now i look like a transplant'. she put my hands on her hips and started to squish me. i felt her ass it was exactly where it should be. my drink was in the air i'm not really sure what it was or why it was in the air i guess it was because i was with you. i'm just so depressed forget it. all right already i got you want to dance i get it. i danced with you just because you danced with me. i just want you to see that there's more to being in in a club then gettin' drunk and one of us throwing up and wakin' up like we're in love... '

baby, you're my muse ♥

Written by ffh in muse, playlist with No comments

oh yeah, i saw muse a few weeks ago. epic FAIL on my part for not posting the a-mazing set list. the pictures i took were shite, however so don't expect anything classy here.

1. uprising
2. resistance
3. new born
4. supermassive black hole
5. interlude
6. hysteria
7. mk ultra
8. nishe
9. united states of eurasia
10. feeling good
11. helsinki jam
12. undisclosed desires
13. starlight
14. unnatural selection
15. time is running out
16. plug in baby
Encore
17. exogenesis: symphony, part 1: overture
18. stockholm syndrome
19. knights of cydonia

descent into madness

Written by ffh in boredom fail, playlist with No comments

it's term paper time here again at my house. it's almost 3am and i've just started on my first body paragraph.
who needs sleep?!
me-- badly-- that's who.

anyways, chickens... the playlist that is currently keeping me from swallowing a mouthful of bleach:

uno - muse
time is running out - muse
above and below - the bravery
all for the best - thom yorke
apocalypse please - muse
are you man enough? - the four tops
baby i'm amazed - paul mccartney
beat it - michael jackson
break your heart (remix) - taio cruz ft ludacris
bulletproof - la roux
centerfold - j. giles band
cherry bomb - the runaways
city of delusion - muse
closer - kings of leon
come back clean - crystal method ft emily haines
come on eileen - the clash
cosmic love - florence & the machine
cousins - vampire weekend
depart from me... - cage
fat kids need an anthem - cage
a favor house atlantic - coheed & cambria
feel it (tiesto remix) - three 6 mafia ft. sean kingston, flo rida
for what it's worth - buffalo springfield
giving up the gun - vampire weekend
glorious - muse
got nuffin - spoon
hold the line - major lazer
holy roller novovaine - kings of leon
how you like me now - the heavy
hungry like the wolf - duran duran
hurricane drunk - florence & the machine
hysteria - muse
i get paper - drake ft. kevin cossum
i'm your daddy - weezer
i never knew you - cage
in my head - jason derulo
in stoney lodge - cage
i shake, i move - lmfao
joe's head - kings of leon
keep it goin' louder - major lazer
know better, learn faster - thao & the get down stay down
let it all hang out - weezer
lil hipster girl - lmfao
lola - the kinks
manhattan - kings of leon
map of the problematique - muse
maps - yeah yeah yeahs
mcfearless - kings of leon
might like you better - amanda blank
milk - kings of leon
money to blow - birdman ft lil wayne, drake
mountain main - crash kings
feeling good - muse
new slang - the shins
nothing left to say - cage
october fires - wolf people
one more night (your ex lovers remain dead) - stars
optimistic - radiohead
percussion gun - white rabbits
play that funky music - sly & the family stone
run over by a truck - weezer
say aah - trey songs ft lil wayne
scenester - cage
school days - the runaways
sea within a sea - the horrors
she's a bad mama jama - carl carlton
sink into me - taking back sunday
soft - kings of leon
spotlight (son lux remix) - mutemath
stop for a minute - keane
sunburn - muse
overdue - muse
supermassive black hole - muse
taper jean girl - kings of leon
tear you apart - she wants revenge
that's not my name - the ting tings
traffic light - the ting tings
turn me round - weezer
typical - mutemath
undisclosed desires - muse
video phone - beyonce ft lady gaga
telephone - lady gaga ft beyonce
walk like an egyptian - the bangles
we will become silhouettes - the shins (postal service cover)
what is it good for - war
when i grow up - fever ray
whorehoppin (shit goddamn) - the eagles of death metal
why can't we be friends - war
you dropped a bomb on me - the gap band
you got yr cherry bomb - spoon
you know what they do to guys like me in prison - my chemical romance
your love is my drug - ke$ha

lyrical fitness...

Written by ffh in keane, lyrics with No comments

some days, feels my soul has left my body; feel i'm floating high above me, like i'm looking down upon me. start sinking everytime i get to thinking-- it's easier to keep on moving; never stop to let the truth in.
sometimes i feel like it's all been done.
sometimes i feel like i'm the only one.
sometimes i wanna change everything i've ever done-- too tired to fight and yet too scared to run.
and if i stop for a minute i think about things i really don't wanna know
and i'm the first to admit it without you i'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
i feel like i'm a theif who has no faith. maybe more than by the grade of the drugs you took that day.
sinking in the pain he's been inflicting yet he's feeling like the victim; just a horoscope's to blame.
sometimes i feel like a lost child
sometimes i feel like the chosen one
sometimes i wanna shout out 'til everything goes quiet
sometimes i wonder why i was ever born
and if i stop for a minute i think about things i really don't wanna know
and i'm the first to admit it without you i'm a child and so wherever you go i will follow
one... yeah. and baby you are just beautiful from crown to your cuticles. you held down my two sons, you never frown when duty calls. you know me, i gave you more than you can handle but you still keep a handle on it even when i take something beautiful and vandal on it. no more females? well how come my email's got notes on a scandal? it's like eve with the apple; a priest in the chapel: overcome by the devil's tackle. i'm still shackling the bad 'til i know. i'm such a hassle every time i let my thoughts go; i get baffled so i hardly pause. i just crossed seas with these gnarly broads 'cause it hurts me just to see what i finally lost. so i guess i'm just a fiend, consumed by the scene; the stage and the screens where it's just me and keane
and if i stop for a minute i think about things i realy don't wanna know
so i guess i'm just a fiend, consumed by the scene
and i'm the first to admit it without you i'm a liner stranded in an ice floe
the stage and screens where it's just me and keane

currents

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10. stop for a minute - keane
9. for what it's worth - buffalo springfield
8. she's a bad mama jamma - carl carlton
7. time is running out - muse
6. maybe i'm amazed - paul mccartney
5. map of the problematique - muse
4. are you man enough? - the four tops
3. centefold - j. giles band
2. giving up the gun - vampire weekend
1. percussion gun - white rabbits

'... well take it from me, what else could you do? where do you get off and how can i get there too? all you time well call well dignify and now it seems to be cut & dry. so i know which way to run; you're tired my love-- i feel the same...'

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currents

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10. deaprt from me - cage
9. giving up the gun - the vampire weekend
8. map of the problematique - muse
7. cherry bomb - the runaways
6. break your heart - tiao cruz ft ludacris
5. say ahh - trey songs ft fabolous
4. money to blow - young money ft drake, lil wayne
3. dangerous - ying yang twins ft wyclef jean
2. feel it (tiesto remix) - tiesto ft sean kingston & three 6 mafia
1. got nuffin' - spoon

'... when i can’t find the way to reach you my love i’m just not the same; just the same. when i know you’re watching out for me i know what i’m knowing-- i can see what matters. and i got nothing to lose but darkness and shadows. got nothing to lose but emptiness and hang-ups...'

lyrical fitness...

Written by ffh in cage, lyrics with No comments

you left me so poor i couldn't pay to play. i filled my head with what i could to make it go away.
tears eventually cake up, inevitable break-up. laying in bed for days and you wake up.
i feel the stain, am i sane or am i just not gonna heal?
i'm just as sick in the rain and found agent trying to rebuild. wanted demented bliss, created something to miss.
i know i stormed until now, but i'm not running from this.
you started shrinking when my head fell apart
you slipped away.
next time you see me you'll know how small you are
and now it's over, over, over; going over your head.
it's really over, over, over; never hold you again.
you don't think that i get it? i was the one who let it fall apart to pieces.
you cut your foot when you jetted.
just swimming around in my head, not slowing down
you said all you need to say, you can share it with the dude in your bed.
you did your crying career and started climbing.
i thought it could be forever, now on my records you're dying.
i got a lot of rest at last, just let the world go past-- just let it go empty.
i guess we just ran out of gas.
you started shrinking when my head fell apart
you slipped away.
next time you see me you'll know how small you are;
and now it's over, over, over; going over your head.
it's really over, over, over; never hold you again.
and i guess i get sold out of what i had
just really wasn't your bag; some lunatic that reminds you of your dad.
i get it, you were slipping from my grasp-- i just didn't get out fast.
you were jumping to the future from my past; in a flash you were the one who erased it.
i hope our replacement gives me time back i wasted.
you knew it was so hard to see my brother die so pardon me, you just depart from me.
you ruined art for me...
you started shrinking when my head fell apart

you slipped away.
next time you see me you'll know how small you are
and now it's over, over, over; going over your head.
it's really over, over, over; never hold you again.
never hold you again.

lyrical fitness...

Written by ffh in en vogue, lyrics with No comments

a/n: ok. so i've been through some rough bits lately. everyone fucks up once in a while, and lord-- when i fuck up i fuck up.
so this little ditty is pretty much perfect, or at least the lyrics are. i can't say i'm a huge fan of the song itself. en vogue isn't my scene.

what's it gonna be? 'cause i can't pretend. don't you want to me more than friends?
hold me tight and don't let go; don't let go.
you have the right to lose control.
don't let go.
i often tell myself that we could be more than just friends
i know you think that if we move too soon it would all end
i live in misery when you're not around and i won't be satisfied 'til we're ~~taking those vows~~
there'll be some love makin', heart breakin', soul shakin' love
love makin', heart breakin', soul shakin'...
what's it gonna be? 'cause i can't pretend. don't you want to be more than friends?
hold me tight and don't let go
don't let go.
you have the right to lose control
don't let go.
i often fantasize the stars above are watching you; they know my heart it speaks to your like only lovers do.
if i could wear your clothes i'd pretend i was you and lose control.
there'll be some love makin', heart breakin', soul shakin' love
love makin', heart breakin', soul shakin'...
what's it gonna be? 'cause i can't pretend. don't you want to me more than friends?
hold me tight and don't let go; don't let go.
you have the right to lose control.
don't let go.
runnin in and outta my life has got me so confused.
you gotta make the sacrifice; somebody's gotta choose.
we can make it if we try for the sake of you and i
togther we can make it right
what's it gonna be? 'cause i can't pretend. don't you wanna be more than friends?
hold me tight and don't let go; don't let go
you have the right to lose control.
don't let go...

recommendations

Written by ffh in florence and the machine, recommendations with No comments

i love random shuffle on my ipod. otherwise i'd never hear everything on my ipod.

it started with my infatuation with the song 'cosmic love' by florence and the machine and then i got curious and downloaded the entire album 'lungs'-- so far there are no complaints. i'm not a huge fan of 'kiss with a fist', but it's still sickeningly catchy nonetheless. 'blinding' has a danceable rhythm but it's not dance music-- it's just beautiful. i love the string accompaniment throughout the album; definitely adds a level of sophistocation that most pop music lacks these days.

'hurricane drunk' is kind of like my theme song, however:

i'm going out, i'm going to drink myself to death. And in the crowd i see you with someone else i brace myself 'cause i know it's going to hurt but i like to think at least things can't get any worse. i hope that you see me, 'cause i'm staring at you but when you look over, you look right through. then you lean and kiss her on the head and i never felt so alive and so dead.

why florence and the machine hasn't caught on in north america, i'll never understand.
but definitely pick up 'lungs' at your local record store because it's a must-have.

currents

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okay, okay. these songs are hideously old. sorry. i'm really tired...

10. the artist in the ambulence - thrice
9. you know what they do to guys like us in prison - my chemical romance
8. blue and yellow - the used
7. image of the invisible - thrice
6. the jetset life is going to kill you - my chemical romance
5. cemetary drive - my chemical romance
4. give em hell kid - my chemical romance
3. music box - thrice
2. take it away - the used
1. i'm not okay - my chemical romance

' ... what will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?-- i'm not okay. i told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means-- i'm not okay. to be a joke and look, another line without a hook. i held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look! i'm not okay; i'm not okay. i'm not okay-- you wear me out... '

lyrical fitness...

Written by ffh in lyrics, stars with No comments

try as he might he's unable to speak-- he grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek.
the bed is unmade like everything is; dark little heaven at the top of the stairs.
take me like that, ruin it all then build it again by the light in the hall.
he drops to his knees, says please my love please i'll kill who you hate take off that dress you won't freeze.
one more night, that was a good one. one more night, i dreamed it was a good one.
one more night, that was a good one. one more night, the end should be a good one; a good one.
he starts with her back 'cause that's what he sees when she's breaking his heart.
she still fucks like a tease.
release to the sky look him straight in the eye and tell him that now that you wish he would die.
you'll never touch him again so get what you can leaving him empty just because he's a man.
so good when it ends-- they'll never be friends.
one more night that's all they can spend.
one more night, that was a good one. one more night, i dreamed it was a good one.
one more night, that was a good one. one more night, the end should be a good one; a good one.