seems pointless now

So now I park my car down by the cathedral,
where the floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people.
I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle.
When the voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there’s some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them.
The range is too high,
way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue,
forget the song,
tie my shoe
start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on,
with my broken heart
and my absent God
and I have no faith
but it's all I want,
to be loved.
And believe,
in my soul. Waste of Paint- Bright Eyes

i got tired of doing commentary.
for the world.
(minor that it was).
so if any of you community starved people find your way over here.
that's the answer.
that's it.
i'll email you back if i can.
but i'm honestly so freaking busy.

i love music.

but i'll just tell her about it.
instead of people who really don't know me.
walk away from your computer.
and go have a real conversation.
seriously.
that's the only point to most of my rants.
get outside of yourself. and don't let Youtube replace reality.
by documenting life, you don't make the experience anymore real. it still exists if no one sees it, comments, subscribes or favorites you.

you don't go to shows just to tape. you don't kiss your girlfriend to post it on facebook. you don't drink coffee to prove your artisan nature. you don't read poetry because you've got a mechanic's soul craving a higher plane. you don't tell a girl your secrets because you want to be an asexual being relating to all.

dear sweet anna, pretension turns me on.


i've been listening to connor a lot lately. and somehow his searching fits my current existential lit kick. you've got to appreciate an honest searcher.

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and pure unadulterated passion.
i.e.
girl talk.

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after listening to "Last Flowers"- Radiohead.



Just go ahead and admit it. Rright now.

Radiohead is the best band in the world right now.

Period.

There’s no way around it. Even for a diehard U2 fan like myself, the Irish legends are coasting rather than innovating, leaving Radiohead to set the bar for all other bands to follow.

Proof? Disc 2 from In Rainbows shows that even Radiohead’s castoffs are better than most band’s perfectly polished singles.

Doubt? Download “Last Flowers,” hit play, and let the slow piano ballad fill the room. It almost reminds me of a “Fur Elise” knockoff, with the slow piano chord progression, but any ripoff/generic nature of the base is completely overpowered by Thom Yorke’s haunting vocals and whispery lyrics.

“You can offer me escape
houses live and houses speak
if you take me there you’ll get relief”

Like many Radiohead songs, the lyrics are open enough to paint your own interpretation, yet focused enough to deny cliches. Basically, you feel like he has a very focused point to the song, but you can still participate in that vision.

You can’t imitate songs like this without sounding fake, and other singers should understand this, quit trying to be U2 and Radiohead and find an authentic identity of their own (cough chris martin).

Radiohead is to originality what Coldplay is to derivative: the poster child.

Now on to “Bangers and Mash.”



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and now i've got to go link pictures through this post, or anyone who actually makes it here will never read all the way through.

thank god that we don't have to think anymore.
visually overloaded society is so awesome.
right?

just let the images tell you how to feel.
takes a lot of the work out of life.
sheesh that's an awesome way to live.

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for the record.
andy zipf should be famous.
but pop culture rarely reflects truth.