There was a time when my world was filled with darkness (darkness, darkness) And I stopped dreaming now I'm supposed to fill it up with something (something, something) In your eyes I see the eyes of somebody I knew before (long, long) long ago But I'm still trying to make my mind up Am I free or am I tied up
I change shapes just to hide in this place but I'm still, I'm still an animal Nobody knows it but me when I slip yeah I slip I'm still an animal
Ottoman by Vampire Weekend June Gloom by The Like Sea Ghost by The Unicorns Thumbelina by Nightmare Of You Nothing Better by The Postal Service Sleepyhead by Passion Pit You're All I Have by Snow Patrol Little Yellow Spider by Devandra Banhart Let's Make This Moment a Crime by The Format Always for You by The Album Leaf Lover by Devandra Banhart Animal by Miike Snow
i love you so much. i can't find another picture of the two of us!! hm
2008
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i've listened to this song for two and a half hours straight:
ottoman couch, how handsome your furniture lovelier now, but dressed for a funeral begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall to hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
elegant clothes you want to be seen with her under your tweeds you sweat like a teenager begging you to sit for a portrait on the wall to hang in the dark of some parliamentary hall
today is for you they laid it out for you for you there will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you but this feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too
all of the cops and all of the time it took soon it's all lines read in a leather book begging you to wait for a minute by the door your creeping feet where they've never been before
today is for you they laid it out for you for you there will be six bells a-ringing and white women singing for you but this feels so unnatural to Peter Gabriel, too
so, yesterday: i met yishu at borders!! we watched transformers - omg so not half a star i almost cried ok - and shared a pretzel yum yummeh. yishu is so pretty, like sometimes when i see her i'm like oh wow she's like those tree spirits that have materialized into physical forms in our world and i'm one of those lucky souls who have met them. anyway we sat at the poetry section and quietly read. exchanged favourite authors. talked about lolita and disgrace and jack kerouac. but then she pulled out Howl for me to read (i read it before, once, in sec one i think? never understood it) saying, "these people, they were all a bit mad, they took drugs and smoked pot and became buddhists hahaha"
for those of you who haven't heard of Howl, or Ginsberg, or the Beat Generation.. i don't think you've been properly. inducted into the world of reading. it feels like i've suddenly discovered something important, even monumental, like all our lives "alien robots have lived amongst us" (haha transformers, which i watched with yishu today - and we really liked it! - more on that later/soon) but that isn't the point. your mind is going to explode after reading this
HOWL by Allen Ginsberg
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz," . . "who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons, who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication, who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts" . . " who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,"
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