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</description><title>periphery</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @listenitsmorning)</generator><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"“That’s right! The sum of the factors of 220 is 284, and the sum of the factors of 284..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;“That’s right! The sum of the factors of 220 is 284, and the sum of the factors of 284 is 220. They’re called ‘amicable numbers,’ and they’re extremely rare. Fermat and Descartes were only able to find one pair each. They’re linked to each other by some divine scheme, and how incredible that your birthday and this number on my watch should be just such a pair.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;/&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The Professor was reading the note clipped in the most prominent spot on his jacket, the one he could never avoid seeing as he got dressed. “My memory lasts only eighty minutes.” I sat down on the edge of the bed, unsure whether there was anything more I could do for him. My mistake had been the simplest one—and perhaps the most fatal. Every morning, when the Professor woke up, a note in his own hand reminded him of his affliction, and that the dreams he’d dreamed were not last night’s but those of some night in the distant past back when his memory had ended—it was as though yesterday had never happened. The Professor who had shielded Root from the foul ball last night was gone. Somehow, I had never quite understood what it meant for him to wake up alone each morning to this cruel revelation.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“I’m your housekeeper,” I said, when the sobs had subsided for a moment. “I’m here to help you.” He looked up at me through his tears. “My son will come this evening. We call him Root, because his head is flat. You gave him that name.” I pointed to the picture of me on his jacket, grateful it had survived the bus ride home from the ballpark.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“When is your birthday?” he said. His voice was weak from the fever, but I was relieved to hear a sound other than sobbing.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“February twentieth,” I said. “It’s an amicable number, 220, good friends with 284.”&lt;/p&gt;”</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/23918440356</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/23918440356</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 15:28:44 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>the go! team - huddle formation
keeping my head up</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/22902190676/tumblr_m3wyn6BCDA1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF&amp;logo=soundcloud" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the go! team - huddle formation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;keeping my head up&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22902190676</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22902190676</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:23:00 +0800</pubDate><category>the go! team</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>"“Are they coming back already?” demanded the little prince.

“These are not the..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;“Are they coming back already?” demanded the little prince.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“These are not the same ones,” said the switchman. “It is an exchange.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Were they not satisfied where they were?” asked the little prince.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“No one is ever satisfied where he is,” said the switchman.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901936793</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901936793</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:17:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not..."</title><description>““The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her… I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her…””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901873065</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901873065</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:16:31 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s a bore, but the answer, is good things only happen to you if you’re good. Good?..."</title><description>“It’s a bore, but the answer, is good things only happen to you if you’re good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest — I’d rob a grave, I’d steal two-bits off a dead man’s eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day’s enjoyment — but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn’t being pious. Just practical. Cancer  may  cool you, but the other’s sure to. Oh, screw it, cookie — hand me my guitar, and I’ll sing you a  fada  in  the  most perfect Portuguese.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901759121</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22901759121</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 22:13:53 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"“Fred’s that boy upstairs? I didn’t realize he was a soldier. But he does look..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;“Fred’s that boy upstairs? I didn’t realize he was a soldier. But he does look stupid.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid…”&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Truman Capote&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769589484</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769589484</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 15:02:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I have a very strong affinity for them. They’re my parents, I mean, and we’re all part..."</title><description>““I have a very strong affinity for them. They’re my parents, I mean, and we’re all part of each other’s harmony and everything,” Teddy said. “I want them to have a nice time while they’re alive, because they like having a nice time … But they don’t love me and Booper—that’s my sister—that way. I mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit.They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It’s not so good, that way.” He turned toward Nicholson again, sitting slightly forward. “Do you have the time, please?” he asked. “I have a swimming lesson at ten-thirty.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Teddy”, J.D. Salinger&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769067638</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769067638</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 14:40:14 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Though his speaking voice was, in the usual connotation, well bred, it carried considerably more..."</title><description>“Though his speaking voice was, in the usual connotation, well bred, it carried considerably more than adequately, as though he had some sort of understanding with himself that anything he had to say would sound pretty much all right—intelligent, literate, even amusing or stimulating—either from Teddy’s vantage point or from that of the people in the row behind, if they were listening. He looked obliquely down at Teddy, and smiled. “How are you and the weather?” he asked. His smile was not unpersonable, but it was social, or conversational, and related back, however indirectly, to his own ego.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;“Teddy”, J.D. Salinger&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769011442</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/22769011442</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 14:38:00 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>björk - hyperballad
we live on a mountain, right at the top....</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/20890863882/tumblr_m2aukaEksK1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;björk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; - hyperballad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;we live on a mountain, right at the top. there’s a beautiful view from the top of the mountain. every morning I walk towards the edge, and throw little things off, like car parts, bottles and cutlery, or whatever I find lying around. it’s become a habit, a way to start the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go through all this before you wake up, so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;it’s real early morning, no one is awake. I’m back at my cliff, still throwing things off. I listen to the sounds they make on their way down. I follow them with my eyes till they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks. when it lands, will my eyes be closed or open?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go through all this before you wake up, so I can feel happier to be safe up here with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20890863882</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20890863882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 13:14:00 +0800</pubDate><category>Björk</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>jeff buckley - lover, you should’ve come over
and maybe...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/20279644741/tumblr_m1spttz2cf1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeff buckley - lover, you should’ve come over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and maybe I’m too young, to keep good love from going wrong. but tonight, you’re on my mind so you never know…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;too young to hold on / too old to just break free and run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;always &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20279644741</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20279644741</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 18:15:00 +0800</pubDate><category>jeff buckley</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>the radio dept. - domestic scene
we’re leaving just in...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/20279697904/tumblr_lyvzbdCi8w1r4qjdc&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the radio dept. - domestic scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;we’re leaving just in time, we’re leaving just in time…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://thatsthatmattressman.tumblr.com/post/17048843580"&gt;thatsthatmattressman&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20279697904</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20279697904</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 21:32:00 +0800</pubDate><category>the radio dept</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>jimmy eat world - a praise chorus
things are never going to be...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/20148999164/tumblr_m15xhpxj851qmlqt0&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jimmy eat world - a praise chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_7"&gt;things are never going to be quite what you want / even at twenty-five you got to start sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_9"&gt;I’m on my feet / I’m on the floor / I’m good to go / now all I need is just to hear a song I know / I want to always feel like part of this was mine / I want to fall in love tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;love how uplifting this song is, and a timely reminder of what’s really important. will always have a soft spot for Jimmy Eat World&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://sjthe.tumblr.com/post/19609969096/a-praise-chorus-bu-jimmy-eat-world-are-you"&gt;sjthe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20148999164</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20148999164</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 09:46:00 +0800</pubDate><category>jimmy eat world</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>st. vincent - laughing with a mouth of blood
just like an...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/20106838445/tumblr_m1mufgNako1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;st. vincent - laughing with a mouth of blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;just like an amnesiac / t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;rying to get my senses back / l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aughing with a mouth of blood / f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;rom a little spill I took / s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ee I traded my plot of land / f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or a plane to anywhere / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd I can’t see the future / b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut I know it’s got big plans for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;all of my old friends aren’t so friendly / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ll of my old haunts are now all haunting me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;holed up at the Motel Ritz w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ith a televangelist / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t the bottom of a swimming pool / w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ith all the water out of it / I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;‘m sending consolation prizes / t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o my next of kin, allies / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd I can’t see the future / b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut I know it’s watching me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;all of my old friends aren’t so friendly / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ll of my old haunts are now all haunting me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20106838445</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/20106838445</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 14:09:00 +0800</pubDate><category>St. Vincent</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>charlie lim - there is no love
there is no love / no future in...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19627283901/tumblr_m16urkcGDh1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charlie lim - there is no love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;there is no love / n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;o future in nostalgia / n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;o blessing in brokenness  / o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;nly feelings to be guilty of  / b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut I’m waiting for someone to prove me wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;had the good fortune to catch Charlie Lim and Gabriel Lynch at Mosaic… wonderful stuff. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19627283901</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19627283901</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 22:54:00 +0800</pubDate><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category><category>charlie lim</category></item><item><title>gabriel lynch - such a funny thing
when it rains, these days it...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19571967912/tumblr_m14xiapZ8T1qlau2a&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gabriel lynch - such a funny thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;when it rains, these days it pours / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd another disaster sharpens up its claws / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I’m tired of feeling down / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd I’ve not been better since you’ve been around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;and hope / it’s such a funny thing / i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t can make us strong or overwhelm us with its sting / b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut I know I’ll get through / n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ow I’m singing to myself when I’m thinking about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you, you’re such a funny thing / y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ou could tear me to pieces and leave me sobbing in a sling / b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ut maybe, if I’m good to you / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nd if I only tell the truth / t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hen maybe, just maybe what you’ll do / i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s start singing to yourself ‘cause you’re thinking about me too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19571967912</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19571967912</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 21:58:00 +0800</pubDate><category>gabriel lynch</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item><item><title>m83 - wait 
send your dreams / where nobody hides / give your...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19237989192/tumblr_lz6v9rR39B1qjql5m&amp;color=FFFFFF&amp;logo=soundcloud" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m83 - wait &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;send your dreams / where nobody hides / give your tears / to the tide &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;no time, no time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;there’s no end / there is no goodbye / disappear / with the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;no time, no time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chelseachasingstarlight.tumblr.com/post/17378087101/loving-this-song"&gt;chelseachasingstarlight&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19237989192</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19237989192</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 00:01:00 +0800</pubDate><category>m83</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>mogwai - new paths to helicon (pt. 1) 
some catharsis for uneasy...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19127271553/tumblr_legshvCJJN1qaemc7&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mogwai - new paths to helicon (pt. 1) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;some catharsis for uneasy nights..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dashandblast.tumblr.com/post/2585182212/i-am-so-in-love-with-this-song-its-untrue"&gt;dashandblast&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19127271553</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19127271553</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 01:43:00 +0800</pubDate><category>mogwai</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>65daysofstatic - drove through ghosts to get here 
(via arikin)</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19126967118/tumblr_lzhlhz8HvT1qkbtu3&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65daysofstatic - drove through ghosts to get here&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://arikin.tumblr.com/post/17847436738/65daysofstatic-drove-through-ghosts-to-get-here"&gt;arikin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19126967118</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19126967118</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 01:37:00 +0800</pubDate><category>65daysofstatic</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>「在看不到的地方也保持天真…就算没有成长也没关系，只希望常保新鲜」
只是想成为一个坦诚的人。</title><description>&lt;p&gt;「在看不到的地方也保持天真…就算没有成长也没关系，只希望常保新鲜」&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;只是想成为一个坦诚的人。&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19119864234</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19119864234</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 23:15:05 +0800</pubDate></item><item><title>m83 - midnight city
waiting in the car / waiting for a ride in...</title><description>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://assets.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/19119321086/tumblr_m0oeybVtqy1r7vija&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m83 - midnight city&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;waiting in the car / w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aiting for a ride in the dark / a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t night the city grows / l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ook at the horizon glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;waiting in the car / w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aiting for a ride in the dark / d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;rinking in the lights / f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ollowing the neon signs / w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aiting for a word / l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ooking at the milky skyline / t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;he city is my church / i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t wraps me in its blinding twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;waiting in the car / w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aiting for a ride in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://liveimaginesurprise.tumblr.com/post/19060440126/m83-midnight-city"&gt;liveimaginesurprise&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19119321086</link><guid>http://listenitsmorning.tumblr.com/post/19119321086</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 23:01:00 +0800</pubDate><category>m83</category><category>music</category><category>lyrics</category></item></channel></rss>

