Comme des enfants - Coeur de pirate

Little holes, little holes, always little holes (Rediscovering Serge Gainsbourg)

One of Serge Gainsbourg's earliest works from 1958 about a little man who works in a hole, and the holes that consume his being.

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Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros

Photo Collage of Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros taken at Virgin Free Fest 2010. Taken with Polaroid 300.

by BKlemer

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this guy,

Scott Stutzman of the Collin College Songwriters playing at the Allen Public Library on Nov 22, 2010.
warning: make it past the "aaaaaa-aaa-aaah"s for one more treat.

gorillaz sessions

 
crystalised (the xx cover)

doncamatic

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Culture Collide

White Lies - UK

Tokyo Police Club - Canada

he wore a really great racoon shirt.

Jenny and Johnny - USA

Culture Collide presented by Filter and Toyota Up the Antics

October 10

abbey road has been on my mind..

these were the ones stuck in my head today.

i will resist covering this place in beatles spam.

happiness

in the summertime

in the summertime - mungo jerry

for my sister

break a leg baby

heartbroken, my idea of fun

being the wrong size means having to leave a vintage jean vest, brown leather jacket, denim dress and converse, vintage rose ring - sad times.
going to the thrift shop with a shortage of money means having to leave a beautiful, beautiful leather briefcase, saki set, koi fish pitcher, clouds tea set, detailed china plate, vintage german stiens and pitchers and a glittery santa night light - heartbreak.
having luck means finding the vintage wooden globe, embossed suede vest, brown (perfect fitting) boots, "hall markers" from a hotel-gone-out-of-business, nautical tank, diy blouse, a small vintage leather pouch-purse and vintage coca-cola bear christmas lights - joy and excitement.

my idea of fun - iggy pop and the stooges

i can't get this song out of my head

it almost makes me want to sing again



ignore the stupid video and listen.

the mariners revenge

we are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors, in this belly of a whale. its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting; i guess we have some time to kill.

you may not remember me - i was a child of three and you, a lad of eighteen - but I remember you, and I will relate to you how our histories interweave.

at the time you were a rake and a roustabout, spending all your money on the whores and hounds. oh ohhhhh you had a charming air, all cheap and debonair, my widowed mother found so sweet. and so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him - now filled with filth and foul disease.

as time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess, leaving my mother a poor
consumptive wretch. oh ohhhhh and then you disappeared, your gambling arrears the only thing you left behind. and then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate and my poor mother lost her mind.

then one day, in spring my dear sweet mother died but before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: "Oh Ohhhhh. find him, bind him. tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave. *sigh*"

it took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears among the urchins in the street. until a friary took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and neat. but never once in the employ of these holy men did I ever, once, turn my mind from the thought of revenge. Oh Ohhhhh

one night I overheard the friar exchanging words with a penitent whaler from the sea.
the captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip, was known for a wanton cruelty.
the following day I shipped to sea with a privateer and in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear... "Oh Ohhhhh. find him, bind him. tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave. there is one thing I must say to you as you sail across the sea. always, your mother will watch over you as you avenge this wicked deed"

and then that fateful night, we had you in our sight after twenty months at sea. your starboard flank abeam, i was getting my muskets clean when came this rumbling from beneath.
the ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed. and before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale. oh ohhhhhhhhhh

don't know how I survived, the crew all was chewed alive - I must have slipped between his teeth. but, oh! what providence! what divine intelligence! that you should survive as well as me. it gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear; so lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear.

Ohh Ohhhhh

the hazards of love

the hazards of love, the decemberists newest work, is a beautiful piece.
it truly is a concept album, with every song a perfect chapter of the story
while still remaining a great work of music.
i would suggest reading this great interpretation of the album, knowing the story makes listening to the album a whole new experience
you can listen online here and the lyrics are here :)

pump it up

"pump it up,until you can feel it
pump it up, when you don't really need it"




pump it up - elvis costello and the attractions

drain

song title: drain
band: mon frere
album: blood, sweat and swords

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