"People see rock and roll as, as youth culture, and when youth culture becomes monopolized by big business, what are the youth to do? Do you, do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture.”
So, how did it end? Could you describe those final days?
Broken windows and resting eyes
Can you tell us what happened here?
They finally got sick of it all, they just gave up on accepting fate. That was the loophole, they found achilles heel and managed to strike it down. At the feet of the ruins is a dormant structure, dormant but breathing, still breathing. The wind sweeps through it’s hallways, echoing at the establishment of their caretakers, an exhalation of cold premonition.
Can you describe what took place?
The shock, sounds from a hollow box. A corner to dive in. I touched their misery, he just went to sleep. An exhalation of cold breath.
The kind of breath you could see?
The shock, the terror. Behold the riddle of the ruins. When a door is not a door. Behold the riddle of the ruins, adore.
Describe the feeling when you knew it all would end. In these final days.
He gave up. Behold a branch will continue to grow.
How did it end that night? Last night, did they?
Fear, and a touch of their misery.
And he just stopped breathing?
It was a single lesson, he just layed down, sands from a hollow box just went to sleep. Dormant, dormant but still breathing. Took a final breath. He just went to sleep and stopped breathing. A single lesson will be taught, we will all be taught. Behold the final breath. When they knew it all would end. Still breathing, and he just stopped. Stopped breathing. We all all be taught, taught how to swallow bark.
I need you to be the strength of widows and sole survivors I need you to be as fearless as new mothers and new fathers I need you to be the hope of hearts who lost true love I need you to be the might of their first kiss I need a purpose and I need a reason I need to know that there is trophy and meaning To all that we lose and all we fight for To all our loves and our wars Keep breathing Keep living Keep searching Keep pushing on Keep bleeding Keep healing Keep fading Keep shining on This is for the hearts still beating
it’s repetitious. i can’t figure out how to let go. it’s repetitious. i tried to find a way to say goodbye, but you weren’t there. off on cloud nine. off on cloud nine. i cut off my arm, but it still didn’t compare to the shock of losing you. then i woke up.
all of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess. you don’t even try to fake it. all of this means nothing. D.C. made me and the rest of this mess. you don’t even try to fake it. don’t even try. i’m here because i was ready to leave. this should mean more, but it can’t. go dance, dance. dance to the sounds of america’s best dressed fake-out.
Jeromes Dream || I’m Reminded Of A Kid Who Used To Stomp Bugs
Back to the beginning. It’s the end of me. I wonder what it would be like if i didn’t know you. Deconstruction of autopia. We agreed, if given a chance, we’d do it again. We’d do it the same. Yes I feel sorry for you.
“Words like “slut” and “whore” are inseparable from the sexist attitudes that they were born from and serve no purpose besides shaming women out of embracing their sexuality, whatever it may be. Never be ashamed of your passion, your desires, your fantasies. Be safe, be honest, have fun and make out with whomever you want.”—Jayson Greene
I’m a mountain that has been moved I’m a river that is all dried up I’m an ocean nothing floats on I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot I’m a moon that never shows its face I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile I’m a word that no one ever wants to say
Algernon Cadwallader- Look Down (Because the Ground Is Easier to Understand and Doesn’t Take So Much Work to Figure Out But I’d Rather Not Know Where I’m Standing and Have An Idea of What Life Is All About)
There’s a light in every Dark scary room There’s one in every 800 balloons That keeps on flying up and catching the eye of the passer-by
Dinosaurs died quite a while ago We still fascinate and look at the bones
For every place i’m at I never want to visit I know there’s one that I can call my home
Magic tricks and wrestling is fixed But it’s not as hard as it would seem to get my kicks Yes, You could build a sunset with a pile of sticks And break my heart with it.
THERE’S THAT ONE PART OF EVERY SONG THAT COULD NEVER BE TOO LONG
I don’t believe in God. I think it’s foolish. I once heard someone say that if you don’t believe in God, you have no faith. I think that’s utter bullshit. Faith isn’t something that lies in some deity, it’s something found in the heart. Something within yourself for you and you only. Yes, it is an abstract idea. As is Hope. Now, faith and hope go hand in hand. You see, Faith is a foundation in which Hope is built upon. We must have faith within ourselves and within others. Of course there is so much negative out there and so many people who dwell on these negatives. But, I still have faith in them and I will never lose it. Because upon my faith I have built hope. I built it through Patience. So much patience. Something I learned while living in Florida. My patience kept me from doing something truly foolish and permanent. I think a lot of people would benefit from learning to be patient. You see, I still believe that life is something we don’t have complete control over (our own lives, yes) But we don’t have full control over what happens. Bad things happen and good things happen without any provocation for us. What we must do, is have Patience and learn to take all the positive from life and learn to build Hope with it, then we can see where our Faith truly lies. Within us. Because that’s all there is. Just us. No God, no Heaven, no Hell, no meaning, no point. I feel that because there is no God or anything of that sort, we are even more responsible for our actions and our words. Because there is only us (and of course all the animals which must be taken accounted for) and we are all equal and all on the same plateau of existence and because of that, we should refrain from being so selfish and so self-indulgent and just get our heads out of our fucking asses. Cause it’s disgusting. There is no one lesser than another. And I have seen people who share these feelings and who have been so unselfish and have done so much. And that’s why I still have faith in others. Because I have been patient and through this patience, I have seen some very beautiful moments, some very beautiful people, and I have done some things I feel have been good and all of this has giving me hope. So, I think as a whole, we should learn patience, realize our existence is the only thing there really is and because of this, we are all equal. Carry faith within ourselves and within our hearts, and build hope upon. Because Hope is a hammer, something we can use to build upon faith, or we can use it to tear down the oppression and the tyranny and the negativity within this world and existence. And Faith is the foundation for the hammer of Hope to build upon.
Matthew Müller and Casey Ryder are two bros from Los Angeles that write some insanely infectious pop jams like this bundle of joy here. I dare you to listen to this and not imagine yourself riding down the highway, windows down, sticking your arm out the window surfin’ the wind, full blastin’ that sweet, sweet chorus.
The life of a man, burn it with fire. The life of an insect, throw it in the flame. A fortress within a floating world. Hidden and floating. Ponder and you will see the world is dark. And this world is a dream.
Last year, I wrote about an amazing single “High & Low” by a band called Younger Youth. Turns out the project fell apart, but songwriter Matthew Müller continues making music from his Pasadena home base. He’s the kind of guy who can take a few simple chords, slap them together in a bouquet of pop grace that makes for an elegant magic.
Get more of his solo work on Bndcmp. He’s posting to Tumblr here.
This here is some lovely music. Please check it out. Younger Youth was amazing as well.
don't take your life tonight
I know they take
and that they take in turn
and they give you nothing real
for yourself in return
and when they've used you
and they've broken you
and wasted all your money
and cast your shell aside
and when they've bought you
and they've sold you
and they've billed you for the pleasure
and they've made your parents cry
I will be here
I will be here
Angel, don't take your life
some people have got no pride
they do not understand
the Urgency of life
but I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than life
I love you more than life
Probably my favorite solo Morrissey track. Short, simple, beautiful.
I’m gonna shout until I’m hoarse, Drink until I can’t see, laugh until I can’t breathe, up here we’ll be taller than the city. Shout at the night, raise a fist to life, forget about suicide if only for just one night. And our hearts have all been beaten and bruised, And we’re all pretty confused, And we always expect to lose; I’ll explain it all to you through alcohol and bad tattoos. If I talk and I laugh too loud, it’s because I’m trying to forget that I’m sad, because things can get pretty bad, but I’d like to believe that somewhere I’ll find someone who’s going nowhere and we’ll go there together