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**a/n: i know i said i'd have a right festive playlist up, but i went from finishing a paper to studying for finals to needing a root canal. so i've been fucking busy. but i'm working on it. i dug out my dads old tapes... should be a gooder this year. i'm also working on my best of 2011. albums first, then singles. it's taking me longer than i'd hoped with all the real life that's going on right now. fucking life...**


10. ali baba - emil & friends
9.  beautiful things - androcles & the lion
8. act on impluse - we were promised jetpacks
7. bulletproof (i hurt you) - contrakids
6.new brighton- said the whale
5.wintered debts - of montreal
4.rock it - little red
3.yesterdays - gross magic
2. going on - gnarls barkley
1. case of you - james blake

'just before our love got lost, you said 'i am as constant as a northern star' and i said 'constantly in the darkness, where's that at? if you want me i'll be at the bar.' on the back of a cartoon coaster in the blue tv screen light i drew a map of canada.oh, canada. with your face sketched on it twice. oh you're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet. oh i could drink a case of you my darling, still i'd be on my feet. oh i would still be on my feet...'

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**a/n** i'll have a right blue xmas playlist up once finals are underway and i'm not in the midst of writing a paper, like i am right now. but here's a sneak preview of how i'm feeling this holiday season.**

bells will be rining the glad glad news. ohh what a christmas to have the blues. my baby's gone; i have no friends to wish me greetings once again.
choirs will be singing silent night. christmas carols by candle light. please come home for christmas, please come home for christmas. if not for christmas, by new years night.
friends and relations sing salutations sure as the stars shine above. this is christmas, yeah, christmas my dear. the time of year to be with the one you love.
then won't you tell me you're never more wrong. christmas and new years will find you home. there'll be no more sorrow. no grief and pain cause i'll be happy, happy once again.
no more sorrow, no grief and pain cause i'll be happy, christmas, once again.

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**a/n: angry, angsty white girl rock for a really conflicted and livid white girl. sorry.**


sometimes i wish i was brave. i wish i was stronger. i wish i could feel no pain. i wish i was young. i wish i was shy. i wish i was honest.

i wish i was you, not i.

'cause i feel so mad, i feel so angry. i feel so callused, so lost confused again.
i feel so cheap, so used unfaithful. let's start over, let's start over.

sometimes i wish i was smart.
i wish i made cures for how people are.
i wish i had power. i wish i could lead. i wish i could change the world for you and me.

'cause i feel so mad. i feel so angry. i feel so callused. so lost, confused again. i feel so cheep, so used, unfaithful. let's start over, let's start over.

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i couln't help myself-- the review of the twilight saga: breaking dawn part one album coming up soon... or as soon as i finish this damned wwi paper.... still avoiding it... it's due today at 4pm.......... fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

10. come back to bed - john mayer
9. i didn't mean it - belle brigade
8. breaking down - florence + the machine
7. from now on - the features
6. only if for a night - florence + the machine
5. lonely boy - the black keys
4. heartlines - florence + the machine
3. iron - woodkid
2. bedroom hymns - florence + the machine
1. cold - aqualung & lucy schwartz

'... crimson and burr are still; yours completely, yours as we go over. sing for the lion and lamb, their hearts are haunting. still hearts hold ever and ever... ever. cold, cold. god and his priests and his kings turn their faces, even they feel the cold, oh... oh. what are you given can't be forgotten and never forsaken; what you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken. cold, cold...'

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wtf is he saying?

i'm obsessed with this song. i've played it like, 90 times since i bought it (yeah, i bought it, fuckers). this dude is amazing. his live version was even better, with the exception of that lana del ray woman. she shouldn't be allowed to sully this song with her wailing.

this song kind of makes me want to watch thrones... does it cause a reaction like this in anyone else?

but i have little to no idea wtf he's saying half the time. i can pick out some things here and there, but for the most part it's some language that resembles english, but isn't. wtfenglish? sure, i'll go with it.

but whatever. english or not, the song still kicks serious ass.

and yeah, i totally googled it when i heard it on a video game commercial (for the record, i thought it was skyrim but it's really assassin's creed whatthefuckever). what of it?

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here comes the cold; break out the winter clothes and find a love to call your own. you-- enter you. your cheeks a shade of pink and the rest of you in powder blue. who knows what will be? but i'll make you this guarantee.
no way november will see our goodbye. when it comes to december it's obvious why: no one wants to be alone at christmas time.
in the dark, on the phone you tell me the names of your brothers, and your favorite colours, i'm learning you. and when it snows again we'll take a walk outside and search the sky like children do; i'll say to you...
no way november will see our goodbye. when it comes to december it's obvious why: no one wants to be alone at christmas time. and come janurary we're frozen inside, making new resolutions a hundred times. february, won't you be my valentine?
and we'll both be safe 'til st patrick's day.
we should take a ride tonight around the town and look around at all the beautiful houses. something in the way that blue lights on a black night can make you feel more. everybody, it seems to me, just wants to be just like you and me.
no one wants to be alone at christmas time. come january we're frozen inside, making new resolutions a hundred times. februrary, won't you be my valentine?
and if our always is all that we gave and we someday take that away, i'll be alright if it was just 'til st patrick's day.

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still fucking procrastinating. and re-enjoying the fuck out of this bloodhound gang cd. i like all the ways to say 'doin' it'. *also, if you're as stupid as i was the first time i heard this song, foxtrot uniform charlie and kilo are military code words for letters-- foxtrot is f, uniform is u... spell it out, speak-n-spell.*

vulcanize the whoopie stick in the ham wallet.
cattle prod the oyster ditch with the lap rocket.
batter dip the cranny in the gut locker.
retrofit the pudding hatch (ooh la la) with the boink swatter.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
marinate the nether rod in the squish mitten.
power drill the yippee bog with the dude piston.
pressure wash the quiver bone in the bitch wrinkle.
cannonball the fiddle cove (ooh la la) with the pork steeple.
if i get you in the loop when i make a point to be straight with you then in lieu of the innuendo in the end know my intent though. i brazillian wax poetic so hypothetically i don't wanna beat around the bush.
foxtrot, uniform, charlie, kilo.
put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where. put the you know what in the you know where pronto.

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i'm procrastinating so fucking hard on this paper. if you couldn't tell. so an oldie, and one of my all time favorite songs. i like dirty fake prog-rock. fucking sue me.

uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
dog will hunt i'm on the front-end loader Travoltin' over so try my slam on for size. drive stick with that kung-fu grip let the banana split and watch it go right to your thight. cop a feel Copperfield style abracadabra-- that bra do you think I can pull it off? wanna bang around? just jot me down on your to-do list under "put out like a fire"
'cause i've got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this; all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby
edible strange how do i get in your pants when you're tick tockin' them? serious levis? so tight can't be classified that's why i'm here to fill that opening. make a seasoned pass to mount that ass and Bob Hope that i might one night stand a chance. let's go feng shui the fuck around my digs like a superball bring that sunny side up and
i've got somethin' and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss. i got something and it goes thumpin' like this. all you need is my uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss.
uhn tiss uhn tiss uhn tiss baby.

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**a/n: the barenaked ladies are a childhood favorite, and by no means my favorite band or anything. this is so canadiana it disgusts my hipster soul =\ **

i'm so cool, too bad i'm a loser. i'm so smart, too bad i can't get anything figured out. i'm so brave, too bad i'm a baby. i'm so fly, that's probably why it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
i'm so green, it's really amazing. i'm so clean, too bad i can't get all the dirt off of me. i'm so sane, it's driving me crazy. it's so strange, i can't believe it-- feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost. anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. what if if i lost my direction? what if i lost sense of time? what if i nursed this infection? maybe the worst is behind. it feels just like i'm falling for the first time. it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
i'm so chill, no wonder it's freezing. i'm so still, i just can't krep my fingers out of snything. i'm so thrilled to finally be famous. i'm so done, turn me over because it feels just like i'm falling for the first time.
anything plain can be lovely, anything loved can be lost. maybe i lost my direction, what if our love is the cost? anyone perfect must be lying, anything easy has its cost. anyone plain can be lovely, anyone loved can be lost. what if i lost my direction? what if i lost sense of time? what if i nursed this infection? maybe the worst is behind.

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currents

10. black and brown - black milk ft danny brown
9. cruel - st. vincent
8. warning (keep bouncing) - black milk
7. like you could have it all - the grates
6. somebody to love me - mark ronson ft boy george
5. fireman (HVZEL remix) - lil wayne
4. fun that we have - julian plenty
3. shake it out - florence + the machine
2. like a stranger - bodies of water
1. 212 - azealia banks

'... hey, i can be the answer. i'm ready to dance when the vamp up and when i hit that dip get ya camera. you could see i been that bitch since the papmer and that i am that young sis, the beacon. the bitch who wants to compete and i could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peeps & you know what ya bitch become when her weave in. i just wanna sip that punch with ya peeps & sit in that lunch if ya treatin. kick it with ya bitch who come with parisian, she know where i get mine from and the season...'

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regrets collect like old friends here to relive your darkest moments. I can see no way, I can see no way and all of the ghouls come out to play.
and every demon wants his pound of flesh but I like to keep some things to myself. I like to keep my issues strong. it's always darkest before the dawn.
and I've been a fool and I've been blind-- I can never leave the past behind. I can see no way, I can see no way. I'm always dragging that horse around.
all of these questions, such a mournful sound. tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground. so I like to keep my issues strong but it's always darkest before the dawn.
shake it out, shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, ooh whoa.
and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off, oh whoa. I am done with my graceless heart so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart cause I like to keep my issues strong-- it's always darkest before the dawn.
shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa.
and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off, oh whoa.
and given half the chance would I take any of it back. it's a fine romance but it's left me so undone. it's always darkest before the dawn.
oh whoa, oh whoa.
and I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope. and I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope it's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat. cause looking for heaven, for the devil in me, looking for heaven, for the devil in me. well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me.
shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa.
and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back so shake him off, oh whoa.
shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, shake it out, ooh whoa.

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currents

10. nosebleeds - danny brown
9. 1977 - terius nash
8. rolling stone - the weeknd
7. fuck this place - frightened rabbit
6. wish you were mine - terius nash
5. someone like you - adele
4. slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer
3. my own planet - royce da 5'9 ft joe budden
2. xxx - danny brown
1. goshen - beruit

'... what would you hid from such a glow if i only had told you so? you're on in five, it's time you rise or fail. they've gone before, stood by your door all day. but you never found it home; a fair price i'd pay to be alone...'

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woke up this morning and it seemed to me that every night turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski. and yeah, i know he's a pretty good read but god, who'd want to be such an asshole? well we sat on the edge of the river, the crowd screamed "sacrifice the liver!" if god takes life, he's an indian giver. so tell me why, you'd never tell me: who would want to be such a control freak? well see what you want to see; you should see it all. well take what you want from me; you deserve it all. nine times outta ten our hearts just get dissolved. well i want a better place or just a better way to fall. but one time outta ten everything is perfect for us all. well i want a better place or s better way to fall. here we go: if god controls the land and disease, keeps a watchful eye on me, if he's really so damn mighty; my problem is i can't see. well who would want to be such a control freak? evil home stereo, what good things do you know? evil me, oh yeah, i know, what good curves can you throw? well all that icing and all that cake; i can't make it to your wedding but i'm sure i'll make it to your wake. you were talk, talk, talking in circles that day. when you get to the point make sure i'm still awake, okay? went to bedand didn't see why everyday turns out to be a little bit more like bukowski. and yeah, i know he's a pretty good read but god, who'd want to be su h an asshole?

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now that we are over as the loving kind we'll be dreaming ways to keep the good alive.
only when we want is not a compromise; i'd be pouring tears into your drying eyes.
friends, lovers, or nothing - there can only be one. friends, lovers, or nothing - there'll never be an in-between so give it up.
you whisper 'come on over' cause you're two drinks in but in the morning i will say good-bye again.
think we'll never fall into the jealous game? the streets will flood with blood of those who felt the same.
friends, lovers, or nothing - there can only be one. friends, lovers, or nothing - there'll never be an in-between so give it up.
we'll never be the in-between so give it up.
anything other than 'yes' is 'no'
anything other than 'stay' is 'go'
anything less than 'i love you' is lying
anything other than 'yes' is 'no'
anything other than 'stay' is 'go'
anything less than 'i love you' is lying

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it's not a silly little moment; it's not the storm before the calm. this is the deep and dying break of this love that we've been working on.
can't seem to hold you like i want to so i can feel you in my arms. nobody's gonna come and save you; we've pulled too many false alarms.
we're going down and you can see it too. we're going down and you know that we're doomed. my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room.
i was the one you alwas dreamed of; you were the one i tried to draw. how dare you say it's nothing to me. baby, you're the only light i ever saw.
i'll make the most of all the sadness. you'll be a bitch because you can. you try to hit me just to hurt me so you leave me feeling dirty because you can't understand.
we're going down and you can see it too. we're going down and you know that we're doomed. my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room.
go cry about it - why don't you?
go cry about it - why don't you?
go cry about it - why don't you?
my dear, we're slow dancing in a burning room.
don't you think we oughta know by now?
don't you think we shoulda learned somehow?

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i've too much time on my hands, and this is what happens

i've been introduced to the mixtape.

thank you rap gods, jesus, and several fucking deities. this is the best thing to happen to me since... well, when i found out that you can listen to music on the computer, or some chit (i fucking miss you, fyi)

if you don't have a fucking clue as to what i'm talking about, it's the rap mixtape. it's like a pre-listen to the songs that will eventually end up on a commercial release. i'm just listening to new drake right now. i'll move on to listen to some new wale, maybe some lil wayne. maybe, just maybe, i'll break down and listen to some kanye.

yeah. the world is my fucking hip-hop/rap oyster and i'm going to eat the fuck out of that slimy, gross lookin' motherfucker.

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6. getcha some - big sean
5. gotta have it - jay-z & kanye west
4. daddy's lambo - yelawolf
3. novocane - frank ocean
2. no chuch in the wild - jay-z & kanye west ft frank ocean
1. why i love you - jay-z & kanye west

'... ooh i love you so, but why i love you, i'll never know. bussin' at me, b-b-b-bussin' at me, but i'm bullet proof, bitch you can't get nothin past me... got a pistol under my pillow (i've never been a deep sleeper)...

* this list has been brought to you by NYC, again. i fucking love it there...

** this current is a short one because i am:
a) tired
b) sad
c) bored

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10. wet - snoop dogg
9. dear anne - lil wayne
8. i just wanna party - yelawolf ft gucci mane
7. on my level - wiz khalifa
6. don't tell me you love me - big sean
5. box chevy - yelawolf
4. fo yo sorrows - big boi ft george clinton & others
3. last friday night (t.g.i.f) - katy perry
2. hustle blood - big boi ft jamie foxx
1. i do it - big sean

'... the baddest bitches promoting. she put that thong on my groin groin and then it go boing! got my fronter on her bumper, does it look like she toying? i hustle hard like i'm finna lose the crib and party hard like i'm finna do it bid. all i ever do is big. girl, what your name is? i really can't remember. and tone breaking tree down, somebody yell out timber. i'm up up in them kush clouds, lighting up like i'm zeus...'

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two-steppin', honky tonk lovin' cracker

if you don't know what the calgary stampede is, you're foreign. if you still don't know what the calgary stampede is, then you're just anti-social and weird. but so am i so it's acceptable, but still kinda freaky.

in laymans terms, the calgary stampede is one of the best, high fah-lutin', boot stompin', cowboy ropin', gay bashin', manure sniffin' good times. and it comes with mini-doughnuts, a rodeo and a midway. and it's only 10 days, so if you can't handle that much two-steppin' it's the perfect length. my liver usually gives out about day 4 of hard drinking, so this is a good break.

average county fair it is not.

so with the spirit of the wild west heavy in the air as friday, parade day, comes ever closer, i'm giving you my ultimate 'cowboy kickin'' playlist for ya'll. and i don't care what anyone says, garth brooks is the ultimate king of country. just sayin'.

yaaaahoooo!


i'm judging myself.

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10. that's what we on now - yelawolf
9. roll up - wiz khalifa
8. gravity - john mayer
7. daddy fat sax - big boi
6. i just wanna party - yelawolf ft gucci mane
5. celebrity - big sean ft dwele
4. victoria - john mayer
3. my house - big sean
2. daddy's lambo - yelawolf
1. strawberry swing - frank ocean

'... say hello, then say farewell to the places you know. we are all mortals, aren't we? any moment this could go. cry, cry, cry, even though that won't change a thing. but you should know, you should hear, that i have loved; i have loved the good times here, and i will miss our good times, spaceships are lifting off of a dying world and millions are left behind while the sky burns. there wasn't room for you and i, only you. goodbye, goodbye...'

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i think i started somethin'; i got what i wanted. did, didn't i can't feel nothin', superhuman. even when i'm fuckin' viagara poppin' every single record autotunin'. zero emotion, muted emotion, pitch corrected, computed emotion, uh-huh. i blame it on the model broad with the hollywood smile, aww. stripper boot and a rack like wow, brain like berkeley. met her at coachella, i went to see jigga, she went to see  z-trip, perfect. i took a seat on the ice cold lawn, she handed me an ice blue bong, whatever. she said she wanna be a dentist really badly, she's in school payin' for tuition doin' porn in the valley; at least you workin'. but girl i can't feel my face, what are we smoking anyway? she said don't let the high go to waste, but you can have a little taste.

novocane, baby, baby, novocane, baby i want you. fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb. love me now, when i'm gone, love me none. love me nune, love me none, numb, numb, numb, numb.

sink full of dishes pacin' in the kitchen, cocaine for breakfast, yikes. bed full of women, flip on a tripod, little red light shootin' i'm feelin' like stanely kubrick, this is some visionary shit. been tryna film pleasure with my eyes wide shut but it keeps on movin'. i blame it on the model broad with the hollywood smile; stripper booty with a rack like wow, i'll never forget ya. you put me on a feelin' i never had, never had, never had. and ever since i've been tryna get it back, pick it up and put it back. now i'm somethin' like the chemist on campus but there's no drug around quite like what i found in you. i still can't feel my face, what am i smokin' anywayy. she said don't let the high go to waste but you can taste a little taste of novocane for the pain.

pretty girls involved me, making pretty love to me, pretty, pity pity. all the pretty girls involved with me, makin' pretty love to me pretty, pity pity.

i can't feel a thing; i can't feel her novocane for the pain.

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10. all the right things - son lux
9. stuck like glue - sugarland
8. god put a smile on your face - coldplay
7. crushin' - police academy 6 ft cherub
6. country girl (shake it) - luke bryant
5. in repair - john mayer
4. battleships - i'm from barcelona
3. st. patrick's day - john mayer
2. sister wife (star slinger remix) - alex wintson
1. king of the assmilk flowers - gnarlo (tyler, the creator, carl/neutral milk hotel mash-up)

'... took karate, mommy told me 'tyler toughen up.' rihanna haircut somone tell chris brown to fuck me up. had to teach the bitch manners, not i gotta learn her; i'll be the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner. over sloppy seconds is my preference except for when i'm feeding off the flesh of a pedestrian. nessy loch monster stop, will he though? probably not. silly hoes lick my balls like FIFA lollipops... known narcissists, sipping on arsenic. caved carcasses in the garage-- don't park in it. hard as finding retarded kids at harvard. it's wolf gang barking, keep you up like car alarms and shit...'

a/n: i'm totally embarrassed about how many john mayer songs show up. seriously.

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it's a john mayer kind of day

on repeat, currently is john mayers complete discography. i've been feeling melancholy with all this rain and being sick.

it started with coldplay and has now spread to john mayer. just hand me a tub of ben and jerry's and we'll be in business.
well... don't. i have a purple dress to squeeze into come next month. and i don't really like ice cream. i hate it, in fact. it's gross.

yeah, call me bad names.

so after the jump is my current moody blues playlist. it's good for a rainy day, stuck indoors after your boyfriend of nine years dumps you for the bitch next door.
i'm just sick. woodsman beard is still being artsy and still my hipster boyfriend.


i digress. listen to the playlist, or don't. i'm not gonna bitch.

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i'm not a ladies man, i'm a landmine filming my own fake death. under an '88 cavalier i go, but-but-but-but nothing but the rear bumper's blown.

but i'm born for this flight, united 955 on the fifth of july. back to the s over y. i join the dark side in a thin disguise on consumer grade video at night.

faking suicide for applause in the foodcourt of malls and cursing racing horses on tiered steps. playing the wall at the singles bingo, all time gringo. did anyone hear me cry there, through a toilet stall divider. i swear i care, raw.

am i an example of a calculated birth to a star chart for clowns? i'm not. under robin eggs in a nest, you hit a manila envelope with one last little robin's egg in it.

a hollow bullet yet spent, subject to dismissal. i wish all my pitfalls could be called my miscalls.

cherie-a, cherie-e, cherie-i, cherie-o, cherie-u.

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saddest hipster in the whole wide world

my ipod is officially gone. vanished. poof. stolen, perhaps. but definitely, definitely not in my posession anymore. all of my music, gone. everything that helped ground me in the monotonous tasks of my life, missing forever.

how will i drown out the sounds of public transit? how will i supply a soundtrack to my life? HOW WILL I LISTEN TO DECENT MUSIC IN MY CAR?!

i hope whoever has it, if anyone in fact does have it, enjoys that motherfucker. and all of my robert pattinson pictures.

i hope your children are DEAF!

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finally, back into some indie. i missed being a filthy hipster... sort of.

10. crushin' - police academy 6 ft cherub
9. yours forever - the generationals
8. sweat - david guetta ft snoop dogg
7. monster of the mirimichi - jon mckiel
6. dance, dance, dance - lykke li
5. swimsuit - oregon bike trails
4. 'girl u want' - freelance whales
3. meryin fields - broken bells
2. king of assmilk flowers - gnarlo (tyler, the creator & neutral milk hotel mashup)
1. the vowels pt 2 - WHY?

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oh, yeah. may. whoops.

i knew i didn't have anything worth saying last month. and i was right. i forgot about may. it's the month that i typically start working two jobs instead of just one; it's the month with flowers. you know april showers bring may flowers.

i've always disliked that poem.

i don't have any recommendations for may. it's june 3, i defs don't have a recommendation for may. i don't think i even listened to music during may.

i need a new life.

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song for no one

i'm getting the recommendation out of the way early because june is going to be a busy month. weddings and just wedding.
being the MoH is proving to be no fun. i never, ever want to be in another wedding for as long as i live. i mean, i would do it for a friend, someone i loved with all my hipster heart.
but i don't know this girl. and i don't particularly care about it.

anyways, moving on to nicer things that don't have me passing judgement on someone i barely know.

miike snow, although having two i's in his name, is pretty bad ass. his self titled album, 'miike snow' is like a soundscape dream. i think i can listen to it on repeat and drift off into these pulsing, living dreams that have me running through jungles or sitting on the city steps.

i fell in love with 'silvia' when i was in a car in nyc. i had to shazam it, but i've never regretted that i recognized the voice, but not the song. i've had 'animals' on my ipod for nearly a year-- i have the extended remix from the ministry of sound remix from last year.

then i downloaded the album while i was waiting in my temporary home in the baggage terminal of ottawa international airport. didn't give it a good listen until last week. now i'm regretting all the time i've wasted not listening to it.

i have a fair number of my regrets in my life.

if you have a quick, douchey minute to listen to this, here are my quick picks. if you have time to listen to the whole album, fucking do it. i won't ask nicely next time.

plastic jungle
cult logic
animal
burial
black and blue
song for no one

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currents

it's that time of year where i'm forced to listen to top 40 radio stations and realize that some of the songs are hella catchy. you've been forewarned.

10. sylvia - miike snow
9. e.t - katy perry ft. kanye west
8. down on me - jeremiah ft 50cent
7. sweat - snoop dogg ft david guetta
6. zombie zoo - tom petty
5. cult logic - miike snow
4. roses - outkast
3. lazy song - bruno mars
2. plastic jungle - miike snow
1. party rock anthem - LMFAO

'... ev'ry day i'm shu-shufflin'...'

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hipster rant

okay. i have a huge angry rant coming. it's been brewing for a while, and now it's finally here. rage, rage, rage.

i love radiohead. i love them with every fiber of my being. but i hate king of limbs. i hate it so much, i fully regret my 'spur-of-the-moment-laguardia-airport-purchase'. i love those types of purchases. but not this one. i think i've listened to it a total of one time, and hated it.

i love kings of leon even more than i love radiohead, and again, i hate their new album, come around sundown. i fucking  hate that piece of shit. every song makes me want to punch infants. there was one good song on the entire album, and i think everyone can agree that come around sundown, although the bands favorite album, is a piece of garbage.

why do bands love the stuff that the people hate? i understand growth and experimenting outside your comfort zone is what artists should be doing. i like that you can achieve personal growth, expand your fanbase by appealing to someone else by encorporating more sounds.

but sweet fucking jesus, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

end rant.

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i said it just 'cause i meant it.

i said i'd do a better update when i wasn't frantically finishing an online final.
well, here it is. i'm not promising anything better than what i would've written, but at least i'm following through on a promise.
and not just a song and a promise.

adele's sophmore release '21' is something of an inigma. normally, i can't help but distrust second albums. chances are, the album sucks. there's always that concern of trying to be 'better than they were' and 'growing as artists' when really they mean that 'i spent all of my good creative energy on the first go round and am now a piece of creative shit.'

but adele proves that theory (albeit my own) completely wrong. 19 was a strong debut and 21 is even better. there's a subtlty to the strength of her writing. i don't know if she's writing the songs herself of has a crack team of writers doing it for her, but the songs are written to perfectly suit her voice. she's got strength in the instrumentation. i'm nothing if not a musical accompaniment snob, and the backup band she's got with her is a solid powerhouse of driving, bluesy beats, big band brass and a solid accompaniment to adele's powerful cabaret-esque voice.

to say that i'm in love with the whole album would be a blind faced lie. i'm not a huge fan of it all-- while doing my listen-through as a powerhoused cleaned my room last week, i definitely skipped through a few of the songs. though, i digress, i just simply was not in the mood to listen to the dulcet tones of her voice. i wanted upbeat, driving, danceable songs. and a lot of them are more like ballads, or melodic jazz tunes reminiscent of nina simone or ella fitzgerald. i'd go so far as to compare adele to a white, british billie holiday, but that would be a slight to both adele and billie.

and let's face it, there's only one billie.

give 21 a good listen-- i assure you that you'll fall in love with at least four songs on the comparatively short album. and if you don't... you have no (fucking dirty hipster) soul.

my quick picks for 21:

someone like you
rolling in the deep
set fire to the rain
rumor has it
turning tables

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april showers...

welcome to spring! although here it doesn't look too much like it-- there's still snow everywhere and we're supposed to get 10cm over night.

i hate canada. just throwin' that out there.

i gotta make this quick since i have to finish a paper that's due at midnight, but i wanted to get the bulk of this down before i forgot, put it off... made out with my beareded, skinny jeans wearing boyfriend and rode my huffy with a peasant skirt and see-through blouse.

well, not in this weather. but the possibility is there somewhere on this godforsaken earth.

anyhow, for those of you who are enjoying warm weather and spring showers, i bring my rainy day weather suggestion for april.

well, that's a lie-- i have two suggestions this month. one is because i'm behind the times and took forever to get the damn album, and the other was released on tuesday and i have been jizzing like a filthy fucking hipster all over that shit.

my first recommendation is adele, 21 because really folks, if you haven't ever heard adele croon to you in your ears, you have no soul. the soulful balads break my heart; the tales of love and loss are just ungh. i fell in love with 19, and now i'm doubly in love with 21. she's got a better, bigger, fuller sound in this that i'm really loving. big band-esque backup that only serves to enhance her vocal range. i feel like i'm listening to a modern day etta or billie (without the oppression and drugs, of course). i'll wax poetic on this album in a separate post when i'm not on a time limit.

my second recommendation is tv on the radio, nine types of light. if there's one band that i'm perpetually in love with, it's tv on the radio. 'wolf like me' makes me want to do amazing things, mostly just run for a really long time on a tredmil. or play hockey (ironic because i hate hockey).
when i read the critique in the paper (i hate the paper; i hate music critiques) i was skeptical. i listened to maximum balloon this summer-- i was pleased. i listened to return to cookie mountain-- i was pleased. i listened to dear science-- i was displeased.
they've hit the nail on the head with nine types of light. currently frantically writing this paper to it as we type/speak.
it's a return to what they're good at-- none of this epic instrumentalization overtop of the tracks, none of the harmonic. it's dirty, it's raw, it's original and it's them. i am in love, like, for realz yo.

so, i have an hour and a half to finish this paper and cite sources so i have to run, but if you're going to be a douche nugget, here are my quick picks off of nine types of light and 21

21
rolling in the deep
someone like you
rumour

nine types of light
no future shock
will do
second song
caffeinated consciousness
repetition

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currents

10. already home - jay-z ft kid cudi
9. daddy fat sax - big boi
8. contact high - architecture in helsinki
7. cala cola - the smiles
6. her sinking sun (atlantic at pacific remix) - coma cinema
5. k is for kelson - bibio
4. little by little - radiohead
3. castles in the snow (twin shadows remix) - sacred animals
2. civilization - JUSTICE
1. love out of lust - lykke li

'... rather die in your arms than die lonesome. rather die hard, than die hollow. the higher that i climb, the deeper i fall down. i'm running out of time so let's dance while we're waiting. we will live longer than i will; we will be better than i was. we can cross rivers with our will; we can do better than i can. so dance while you can-- dance cause you must; love out of lust. dance while you can. rather live out a lie than live wondering how the fire feels while burning. for life is like a flame and the ashes for wasting. so honey don't be afraid to dance while we're waiting. we will love longer than i will; we will be better than i was. we can cross rivers without wind; we can do better than i can so dance while you can. dance cause you must-- love out of lust...'

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march madness

we are not losers, we are lasers.

the first time my friend from the big apple said this to me, i wondered what the fuck she was taking and if i could hit it. (without ruining her integrity or mine, i'll just say that there was no drugs taken to afford me the learning experience. we're better than that.)

then i clued in.

lasers is lupe fiasco's new album, and the catchy 'we are not losers, we're lasers' bit was his promo for the longest time. i'm still unsure of what it means, if anything, but i do know that it holds some sort of symbolic title around the dirty, grimy streets of NYC. as does lupe, though from what i can gather he's from chi-town.
whatever.

this months recommendation is lupe fiasco's discography, particularly lasers which was just released last week.

i'm not a huge hip-hop fan. i dabble in my share of kanye, jigga's my homeboy at times. i saw drake in concert (YOU KNOW WHO AUBREY GRAHAM IS?!) and i found myself immersed in the seedy underbelly that i didn't even know my city posessed. yet there it was, right before me in all of it's hood-rat glory, listening to AUBREY GRAHAM talk relentlessly on releasing lil wayne. yet there i was, listening to the beats that pounded through the speakers.
normally i'm a wishy-washy indie kind of gal, i like my melodic crooners. i do however detest top 40, so there's some redeeming qualities to my musical tastes.

but here we are, march and i'm totally pushing a hip-hop album. new york has ruined me.

if you're going for a quick listen, i highly recommend:

all black everything
i don't wanna care right now
till i get there
never forget you

but seriously folks, just listen to the whole thing.

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currents

10. monster - kanye west ft. jay-z, rick ross, nicki minaj
9. is there any love - kid cudi ft. wale
8. double vision - wiz khalifa ft 3OH!3
7. go baby - lupe fiasco
6. sail - awolnation
5. will do - tv on the radio
4. man on the moon (the anthem) - kid cudi
3. fly solo - wiz khalifa
2. teenage blood - apex manor
1. all of the lights - kanye west ft. rhianna, kid cudi, nicki minaj 

'... turn up the lights in here baby-- extra bright i want ya'll to see this. turn up the lights in here, baby. you know what i need, want you to see everything. want you to see all of the lights. all of the lights. fast cars, shooting stars-- all of the lights, all of the lights. until it's vegas everywhere we are-- all of the lights, all of the lights. if you want it you can get if for the rest of your life...'

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lyrical fitness

filled it up with words that were never told. all i do is laugh this off like it's just a joke.
but i was just too scared and you were a little too brave. so we'll smile like it makes it easier.
despite how bad this may be sounding i'm a pro at holding back.
ba da da da da.
all my friends agree this is getting old. all we do is laugh this off like it's just a joke.
but you were just too scared and i was a little too brave. so we'll smile like it makes it easier.
oh, i'm so tired of pretending this was my fault.
it's not my fault.

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lyrical fitness

it might be impractical to seek out a new romance. we won't know the actual if we never take the chance. i'd like to collapse with you and ease you against this song. i think we're compatible, i see that you think i'm wrong.
but any time will do, my love. any time will do, no choice of words will break me from this rule. any time will do, my love. any time will do, what choice of words will take me back to you?
ohh ooooh.
you love makes a fool of you you can't seem to understand. a heart doesn't play by rules and love has its own demands. but i'll be there to take care of you if ever you should decide, but you don't have to waste your life in the middle of a lovesick lullaby.
but any time will do, my love. any time will do, no choice of words will break me from this rule. any time will do, my love. any time will do, what choice of words will take me back to you?
ohh ooooh
oh my reddest rose, caldera set it off. how your fire grows hermosa, caldera. glistening through your fussed blows careen your caldera. set if off as your body flows the second hand flashes, passes over your skin like time.
any time will do, my love. any time will do, my love. any time will do, my love. any time will do.
no choice of words will break me from this rule. anytime will do. no choice of words will break me from this rule. anytime will do. no choice of words will break me from this rule. any time will do. no choice of words will break me from this rule. any time will do. what choice of words will take me back to you?
ohh ooooh

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lyrical fitness

gotta get it through my big head: i was so close to being dead. yeah, life-- live it-- and nobody self-trips. man, i'm just walking around without being led. see the world is so crazy and filled with such risk and i just know i gotta pass them. the beginnings are followed by an end and in the in-between time i'm not running or hiding.
see, things do come around and make sense eventually. things do come around but some things trouble me.
the people i've met and the places i've been are all what make me the man i so proudly am but i want to know one thing: when did i become a ghost? i'm most confused about the world i live in. to think that i'm lonely, well i probably am. one thing that still gets me: when did i become a ghost? yeah.
tried to fight it but i soon gave in. down the road with no lights on when you can't describe it, and you don't move like them. you become their worst nightmare, you remember the things that your parents have said and rather find out the hard way. you should tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend. i keep with my stroll-- i'm not running or hiding.
see, things do come around and make sense eventually. things do come around but some things trouble me.
the people i've met and the places i've been are all what make me the man i so proudly am but i want to know one thing: when did i become a ghost? i'm most confused about the world i live in. to think that i'm lonely, well i probably am. one thing that still gets me: when did i become a ghost? yeah.

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currents*

15. lotus flower - radiohead
14. gorgeous - kanye west ft kid cudi & raekwon
13. castles in the snow (twin shadows remix) - sacred animals
12. daydreamin' - lupe fiasco ft jill scott
11. already home - jay-z ft kid cudi
10. superstar - lupe fiasco
9. tangerine - big boi ft t.i & khujo
8. ashin' kusher - kid cudi
7. go go gadget flow - lupe fiasco
6. six foot, seven foot - lil wayne
5. off that - jay-z ft drake
4. gotta eat - lupe fiasco
3. double vision - wiz khalifa ft 3OH!3
2. monster - kanye west ft jay-z, nicki minaj, rick ross & bon iver
1. streets on fire - lupe fiasco

'... death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers. streets are on fire tonight. disease is the virus is spreading in all directions. no safe zone, no cure and no protection. no symptoms to find the signs of an infection, no vaccines, remedies and no corrections. quarantines the dreams and cut off our connections. don't let em in, not a friend, not a reflection. everbody's god it and want you to have it next and don't accept em if you wanna stay as an exception. no pill can heal the ill of this sickness. some are still in doubt of its existence; some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance. some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance. the poor say the rich have the cure; the reich say the poor are the source. revolutionaries say it's a psychological war invented by the press just to have something to report. some say the first case came from a maternity ward, some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floor. whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores and everybody is sure. the scientist said it only infects the mind; the little boy said it only infects the girls; the preacher man said it's gonna kill of the soul; a bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world... '



*this currents list brought to you by the lovely, amazing, brilliant people i met in my jouney and the equally awesome city of new york. <3

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i think i wanna marry you

okay so i totally hate valentine's day. i think it's lame, and well it always sucks, so i hate it.

but... i'm a sucker for love songs. huuuuge sucker. so my recommendation for this month (read: this week... don't get ahead of yourselves-- this is a shit pick) is drum roll please:


glee's silly little love songs album.

go ahead, laugh. barf. delete me. I STAND BY WHAT I JUST SAID. i kind of melt everytime i hear corey monteith sing bruno mars' 'i think i wanna marry you'. i know, it's not part of the episode i'm talking about, but holy fuck just do as i say and don't fucking give me lip!
i also get chills when he does the spoken part of thriller. but i think that's more because i want corey monteith to do far dirtier things to me than give me chills.

on the listening gag fest, you're going to get katy perry's (vomit inducing) fireworks sung by lea michelle (gag me with a spoon), queen's fat bottomed girls (performed by mark sailing... not sure how i feel about this), paul mccartney's silly little love songs (performed by the warblers. so excited for this), the zombies she's not there (ohhh corey, i will be there. trust), michael jackson's p.y.t (artie is so cool), my funny valentine (go tina!) and robin thicke's (one word comes to mind when i think of all of his songs: sex) when i get you alone, to be sung to kurt (my ovaries exploded with darren criss glee, no pun intended).

i also have my own playlist, courtesy of the day i hate. i've filled it with all of my lovely, happy suggestions for the couple (or bitter, lonely spinster like myself) to listen to while sipping some bubbly and eating chocolates. its got some love, some beats and a whole lotta rhythm for those boys and girls that think slamming your pelvis up against another repeatedly is enjoyable for anyone. so just let your hips follow rhythm.

enjoy the playlist after the jump, fellow spinsters/people who are gettin' busy this valentine's day

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currents

10. too beautiful to work - the luyas
9. walking into me - oh no oh my
8. velvet - naminé
7. ghost heart - wilderness
6. hermit thrushes - you're gone, you're gone
5. ungirthed - purity ring
4. twilight - sewing machines
3. lost in the world - kanye west
2. bass down low - dev ft the cataracts
1. hello - martin solveig ft dragonette

'... i could stick around and get along with you, hello. it doesn't really mean that i'm into you, hello. you're alright but i'm here darling, to enjoy the party. don't get too excited 'cause that's all you get from me, hey. yeah, i think you're cute, but i really think that you should know: i just came to say hello, hello, hello, hello. i'm not the kina girl to get messed up with you, hello. imma let you try to convince me to, hello. it's alright i'm getting dizzy just enjoy the party. it's okay with me if you don't have that much to say, hey. kinda like this game but there's something you should know. i just came to say hello, hello, hey, hey.
I'm not the kinda girl to get messed up with you, hello...'

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lyrical fitness

can't you hear those cavalry drums hijacking your equalibrium. midnight hags in the mausoleum where the pixleated doctors moan. carnivores in the cowloon night breathing freon by the candlelight. coquettes, bitch slap, you so polite til you thank them for the tea and sympathy.
i want to defy the logic of all our sexx laws. let the handcuffs slip off your wrists; i'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home. i'm a full grown man but i'm not afraid to cry.
neptune's lips taste like fermented wine. perfumed blokes on the ginza line running buck wile like a concubine who's mother never held her hand. brief encounters in mercedes benze wearing hepatitis contacts lens. bed and breakfast getaway weekends with sports illustrated moms.
i want to defy the logic of our sexx laws. let the handcuffs slip off your wrists; i'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home. i'm a full grown man but i'm not afraid to cry.

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currents

10. mexican grand prix - mogwai
9. break/hands - cameras
8. monster - kanye west ft jay-z, rick ross & nicki minaj
7. so sick of you - cake
6. you ain't goin' nowhere - bob dylan
5. i've just seen a face - the beatles
4. dirty cartoons - menomena
3. lost in the world - kanye west ft bon iver
2. hell of a life - kanye west
1. cough syrup - young the giant

' ... life's too short to even care at all, oh-oh-oh. i'm coming up now, coming up now out of the blue. these zombies in the park they're looking for my heart. oh-oh-oh-oh. a dark world aches for a splash of the sun. oh-oh. if i could find a way to see this straight i'd run away to some fortune that i should have found by now and so i run to the the tings they said could restore me. restore life the way it should be; waiting for this cough syrup to come down. life's too short to even care at all, oh-oh-oh. i'm losing my mind, losing my mind; losing control ... '

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currents

10. across the universe - the beatles
9. hell of a life - kanye west
8. norwegian wood - the beatles
7. strictly game - harlem shakes
6. my body - young the giant
5. turn me on - big boi
4. cough syrup - young the giant
3. michelle - the beatles
2. giant hands - dog and panther
1. lost in the world - kanye west ft bon iver

' ... you're my devil, you're my angel. you're my heaven, you're my hell. you're my now, you're my forever. you're my freedom, you're my jail. you're my lies, you're my truth. you're my war, you're my truce. you're my question, you're my proof. you're my stress, and you're my masseuse. mama-say, mama-say, ma-ma-ma-coo-sah. lost in this plastic life. late break out of this fake ass party. turn this in to a classic night. if we die in each others arms we still get laid in our afterlife. if we die in each others arms we still get laid. i'm up in the woods, i'm down on my mind. i'm building a sill to slow down the time. i'm lost in the world, i'm down on my mind. i'm new in the city, and i'm down for the night; down for the night, said she's down for the night... '

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my beautiful dark, twisted fantasy

KANYE WEST IS A MOTHERFUCKING DOUCHEBAG. HE'S A MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE.

and you know what? i love him even more. i love his all caps tweets. i love the fact that his rhymes are disgustingly sick. i love his twisted beats. i love the fact that he has MOTHERFUCKING BON IVER on a track. yeah, that's right... bon fucking iver of 'skinny love' fame. i don't know if anyone else knows that song, but i fucking love it. i love bon iver. i could write soliloquies on how much i love bon iver. i even liked him in the new moon soundtrack with st. vincent; rosilyn? i don't remember-- it's been too motherfucking long since i cared about a gdamn twilight soundtrack.
*insert blatant lie snort here*
i always fucking care about gdamn twilight soundtracks. i obsess over them like no other. it's creepy, i realize this and i apologize in advance for the onslaught of posts that will come in june, or november. when does that breakin' bed-posts, i mean, breaking dawn movie come out? sweet jesus, i don't even remember. i think it's november. they're still shooting in some bog in louisiana, right?

who the fuck cares.

back to kanye.

BECAUSE KANYE DOESN'T GET SIDETRACKED BY MOTHERFUCKING DOUCHEBAG VAMPIRES AND WEREWOLVES.

i first heard my beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy in my friends car just after new years. or was that just before? whatever. the point was, i was freezing my tuccas off and there, my little cherub faced compadre sat in his carhart hoody, waxing poetic over olivia wilde in tron and how sick the turn on the lights track on the new kanye album was. it was at this point he started singing-- nay, rapping-- in kanye's thought provoking fashion. i have to admit, the man writes a mean lyric.
i'm not uneducated in the kanye progression. i liked parts of late registration and college drop out. hated 808 heartbreak or whatever the fuck it was. loved the song heartbreaker, though. paranoid wasn't what the people needed at that point, and although it was poignant, it flopped.
then he had that whole mtv music awards, imma let you finish, but beyonce had the best video of all time, i'm a drunken idiot whose girlfriend seems to be wearing a nylon bodysock, thing. then he was hated. then he started tweeting, and people were like, you're just a douchebag. make music, douchebag and shut the fuck up while you do it. oh, and you're short.
then he comes out with this and i want to jerk off to each beat. not the visual you were looking for? perhaps 'i would like to dance sensually with a member of the male sex on a hot, close, dark dancefloor in just garters?'
the music is sexy. it's raw. it's driving. it's intelligent, oddly enough, an odd occurrance from the rap community to begin with.
for example, take these lyrics from who will survive in america:

us living as we do, upside down, and the new word to have is revolution. people don't even want to hear the preachers spill or spiel, because god's whole card has been thoroughly piqued. and america is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey. the youngsters who were programmed to continue fucking up, woke up one night digging paul revere and nat turner as the good guys. america stripped for bed and have not all yet closed our eyes. the sings of truth were tattooed across our open ended vagina. we learned to our amazement, the untold tale of scandal; two long centuries buried in a musty vault, hosed down daily with a gagging perfume. america was a bastard, the illegitimate daughter of the mother country whose legs were then spread around the world and a rapist known as freedom, free doom... 

you can't tell me that isn't fucking brilliant?! i don't care if that's another poets words. i don't even think it's kanye saying it. but seriously-- that. i think my literary heart just exploded and coated the world with happy sentence, syntax and fucking meaning goodness. i feel like one of those cartoon kids in winnie the pooh (who incidentally was a bear in wininpeg, canada at one point in time, hence the name winnie. winnie, winnipeg; get it?!) when eyeore gets his tail.

so my recommendation for january, although i'm late as shit on this, is to buy/download illegally kanye west's my beautiful, dark, twisted fantasy.
now.
and toast to some THE DOUCHEBAGS and THE ASSHOLES when you do it.

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across the universe

it's like i just discovered sex.


i've never been much of a beatles fan, it's true. i had always chosen the who or led zeppelin over john, paul, george and ringo. there are still some times i would choose robert plant over a fruity mccartney number. i never understood why people loved john lennon so fiercely-- i always thought he was a bit of a pretentious dick and a perma-fry. george? who the fuck was george harrison? and ringo?! no one cares about ringo! i think he was on a television show in my youth as some hack ass mini train conductor that came out of a painting on the wall.
kids of the 90s... no wonder we all need ritalin and therapy. our childhoods were fucked if this is the kind of programming we got.

i digress.

but seriously, these past two days it's like i've discovered sex in the way that i'm thrilled to pieces with the beatles. something's wrong-- first i'm having a shit fit over the kanye album (i don't/didn't do rap... my how things change), then i'm having (ear)gasmic experiences with the complete beatles discography.

i like the white album FYI, however rubber soul is quickly tramping down that love. revolver, help! and abbey road follow in that order quickly after.
though i still hate octopus' garden. i've always hated that song. even as a kid, driving across the continental united states in my grand parents rv or my parents immigrant/child rapist van, listening to sebastian the crustatian (crustatean? who the fuck cares) cover 'in an octopuses garden under the sea' in his lolling jamaican accent (which to the day i still believe is fake).

i just had to share my oreargasmic experience with ya'll.

but seriously... if this discography had a dick... i wouldn't be walking right. just sayin'

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lyrical fitness

stop! the train is riding down to the station where you lived when we were school kids.
hey! the rails are caught now and i am falling down. fools in a spiral, round this town of steam.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
stop! the train is riding down to the station where i lived when i was a cool kid.
hey! is it my fault that the fallen embers burn down in a spiral, round your crown of thieves.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
and it rides out of town.
oh it's my road and it's my war.
his eyes are open; it's my war.
his eyes are open; his eyes are open.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
my body tells me no, but i won't quit 'cause i want more; i want more.
and it rides out of town.

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2010

okay, so it's belated. forgive me. i was off doing dirty hipster things and drinking pabst blue ribbon and smoking rollies while my boyfriend with a woods-man beard groped me in public, and telling people that i liked the band, but i hated it's new stuff-- they were much better before.
just kidding. i was working. much less interesting, but the truth.

so i've compiled a list of my favorite songs of 2010; songs taken from my currents here, my ipod rotations and songs i pulled out of my ass. so... here you are: my (100) top songs of 2010.

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