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stars - elevator love letter

I’m so hard for a rich girl / my heels are high / my eyes cast low / and I don’t know how to love / I get too tired after midday, lately / I take it out on my good friends / but the worst stays in / or where would I begin? / my office glows all night long / it’s a nuclear show and the stars are gone / elevator, elevator, take me home

(via whichistosay)

2005 and this song is playing while I am sitting on a bus with the late afternoon sunlight filtering in and illuminating dust. at 14, I thought I understood this. six years on, things (or me?) are so different and yet still the same…

I would like to be completely opaque. never transparent. in any case there is no longer any profundity or meaning to this aimlessness, this loneliness. this stillness. 

we must be still and still moving

too much too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody.

laughter or
tears

haters
lovers

strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks

armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.

an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.

there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the hands of a clock

people so tired
mutilated
either by love or no love.

people just are not good to each other
one on one.

the rich are not good to the rich
the poor are not good to the poor.

we are afraid.

our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners

it hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.

or the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone

untouched
unspoken to

watering a plant.

people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.
people are not good to each other.

I suppose they never will be.
I don’t ask them to be.

but sometimes I think about
it.

the beads will swing
the clouds will cloud
and the killer will behead the child
like taking a bite out of an ice cream cone.

too much
too little

too fat
too thin
or nobody

more haters than lovers.

people are not good to each other.
perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.

meanwhile I look at young girls
stems
flowers of chance.

there must be a way.

surely there must be a way that we have not yet
though of.

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.

it will not say
“no.”

red hot chili peppers - by the way

standing in line to see the show tonight and there’s a light on, heavy glow. by the way I tried to say I’d be there… waiting for. Dani the girl is singing songs to me beneath the marquee of her soul. by the way I tried to say I’d be there… waiting for 

(via musicofthe21stcentury)

I’ve been playing RHCP on repeat quite a bit recently. Somehow this refrain in particular is just so mesmerisingly plaintive. But I like how the song shakes things up a little, gets you out of your melancholy melodic comfort zone…

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mogwai - i know you are but what am i? 

one of the best songs I’ve heard live. and always so terrifyingly relevant…

down days again. I just need to distract myself, deny… try to care less. 

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garbage - run baby run

life can be so cruel, don’t it astound you? so when nothing seems too certain or safe, let it burn through you. you can keep it pure on the inside, and you know what you believe to be right… so you’re not gonna crack, no, you’re never gonna crack 

run my baby, run my baby, run. run from the noise of the street and the loaded gun. too late for solutions to solve in the setting sun. so run my baby, run my baby, run

(via teadaze-)

(via periphry)

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alabama 3 - too sick to pray

I’m in a crowded place / but I can’t recognise a single face / and they say the thrill is in the chase / well I ain’t got the legs, I ain’t got the legs to run that race / but I tell ya this 

don’t call the doctor  / I’m gonna get better / don’t run for the priest / I’m gonna find some faith / just because I burned my bible baby / it don’t mean I’m too sick to pray 

I speak because I can, to anyone I trust enough to listen. you speak because you can, to anyone who’ll hear what you say.

need to learn to keep things to myself, to care less. this too shall pass…

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laura marling - blues run the game

a gorgeous cover by one of my favourite artists.

catch a boat to england, baby, maybe to spain. wherever I have gone, wherever I’ve been and gone, wherever I have gone, the blues run the game. send out for whiskey, baby, send out for gin. me and room service, honey, me and room service, mama. me and room service, we are living life of sin. when I’m not sleeping, honey, you are on my mind. when I’m not sleeping, honey, I ain’t sleeping, mama. when I ain’t sleeping well you know you’ll find me crying. try another city, baby, another town. wherever I have gone, wherever I’ve been and gone, wherever I have gone the blues come following round. 

living is a gamble, baby, loving’s much the same. wherever I have gone, wherever I’ve rolled them dice. wherever I have gone the blues are all the same. 

when I’m not drinking baby, someplace down the line. when I ain’t drinking honey, I ain’t drinking mama. when I’m not drinking, well you know you’ll find me crying 

catch a boat to england, baby, maybe to spain. wherever I have gone, wherever I’ve been and gone, wherever I have gone the blues run the game. 

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the cranberries - dreams

I want more / impossible to ignore / impossible to ignore…

and oh my dreams / it’s never quite as it seems / ‘cause you’re a dream to me / a dream to me

beijing daze: hutong life @ 鼓楼

the summer days here in Osaka are scorching. but there is a peace to be had here, Beijing, anywhere where I can have the relief of being alone and free from the constant fear and anxiety of “real life” back in Singapore…