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We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
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Bleary-Eyed Bonnawook Oldest living hipster
I don’t know why but I’m kinda mad that Wilco went before the National
I initially voted for the National and then switched to Wilco. Idk why either.
I was wilco every round, voted wilco to start the last round then switched to the national when I saw the momentum.
I like wilco more but both bands get me hype, even though I can't deny either could be categorized as sleepy.
I think what we're learning is good songwriting brings the energy regardless of speed or volume or density of a song. I think about Neil Young at the last waltz coming on stage so fucking coked up his jaw is vibrating like an old Nokia but then he goes into "helpless" and it's clear that was the only choice for that moment in time.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Feb 16, 2022 8:35:31 GMT -5
welcome to my theme song.
As the free-fall advances I'm the moron who dances Ah I was teething on roses I was in guns and noses Ah Under the withering white skies of humiliation
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by Ambassador Of Fun on Feb 16, 2022 9:07:06 GMT -5
Mumford & Sons is a toddler with his index finger one inch from your eyeball, shouting “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU!!!” I challenge you to sleep with that bullshit.
Mumford & Sons is a toddler with his index finger one inch from your eyeball, shouting “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU!!!” I challenge you to sleep with that bullshit.
first, you need to put on your house slippers and velvet evening robe. Then, open the shades on your 10th story loft apartment windows so you can gaze upon the city at night, embracing the quiet. Notice the slight fog rolling in. scoff slightly at the downstairs neighbor yelling at his TV. pour yourself a dram of scotch, settle into your evening chair and dim the lights. briefly have a moemnt of wistful reflection on the dullness of your day. Then you can put the needle to the groove...
doesn't matter which album, they all sound the same.
first, you need to put on your house slippers and velvet evening robe. Then, open the shades on your 10th story loft apartment windows so you can gaze upon the city at night, embracing the quiet. Notice the slight fog rolling in. scoff slightly at the downstairs neighbor yelling at his TV. pour yourself a dram of scotch, settle into your evening chair and dim the lights. briefly have a moemnt of wistful reflection on the dullness of your day. Then you can put the needle to the groove...
doesn't matter which album, they all sound the same.
Not a lie. But also a lie. Exactly what I want from every relationship.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Mumford & Sons is a toddler with his index finger one inch from your eyeball, shouting “I’M NOT TOUCHING YOU!!!” I challenge you to sleep with that bullshit.
Exactly. I have lived through two of these toddlers and brought them to adulthood. I do not want this in my music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
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