December 2010
8 posts
life under the kaleidoscope: the top records of... →
shaunjumpnow:
Beau Taplin
Hellogoodbye - Would It Kill You. Because if I was happily in love I’d like to write songs like these. Whether It’s getting married to his long time girlfriend or writing his debut album Forest takes forever to do it. But like both it was worth the wait. This record is real.
in the pilot seats of our very own personal plane...
we’re stuck like soles to a sticky bar floor. our tongues just bored on the walls, of flooded dance halls - so could i could i dance with yours? she can open house her head, or keep it locked like a bedside drawer what do i care - that thing in her chest eats the open air.
no you’re an afterthought to me, haven’t you seen the methodical machine in the corner of my lips...
writing this new album is the best thing ive ever done. hell im happy. ——————— im in season. but on like an autumn leaf. you hail your taxicabs just like marys. i want to be the anomaly you didn’t factor in. you could be the red herring to the one that really matters. so headshrink. creep into my brain. i got a few problems in need of your...
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My whole life I’ve dreamt like others live. I like the infinite scope of it all. Building my own little universe in the void with the only two hands I trust. There’s comfort in telling yourself there’s no stopping you. It rolls me off to sleep at night. Sometimes I’ll just lay there and let the bad ideas and the futures that they tell me are unreachable just skip like old...
The Revolution Of The Party Crashers.
tonight i want to turn my head off. and let the madness out. can i get the gates up? i feel it coming round. im in a cold war with myself. and my nerves hurry like a hound dog. ill cock my head just right to come off dysfunctionally in love. we are wrecking yards. but theres still treasure left in us. handcuffed. had my lawyer disbarred. but im far too pretty to share a cell. i want you...
im pretty sure most of your favorite songs were...
a living mess. oh lift my head unto the nightsky. a long walk to the doorstep of your house. crawl in through the roof vent of my mind. lockpick me. baby like a bank-job. im unwell. i raise hell like a drink domesticated. but i still got bite left in me. you are oh so accomodating excuse him miss he misplaced the roomkey. im a long shot with worse luck. i love you so damn much i could...