lyrical fitness

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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currents

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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lyrical fitness

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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currents

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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