Alan! Alan! Alan! Alan! Al! Al! Al! Alan! Alan!
—Champion
did you know that you are a champion?
2011
Sorry for the delay folks. NYE was wonka themed. What if willy wonka had really done LSD? Well ask thebce about, ay will expose you to nether reaches of her wild imagination.
2011 is upon us. that’s it folks, we have one year left. Let’s get it rolling with a bang, and I don’t mean the way I’ve done, a 15 hr flight, piling on the hours of study, and yet to go out since NYE. This is all gonna change. We’re gonna rock it like it’s 2011. Cos it is 2011, and let’s fucking do it like we mean it.
dance. lets dance. p-p-p-p-p-party people. silky luring vocals of mos definitely laying down some Justice. the rock will be spanked. yes.
“I’m so jealous that you get to hear this for the first time. This song pinches my heart”.
What a great line. Pinch my heart. please, love this song. this song deserves to be loved.
—Bury The Evidence
unfiltered, unadulterated, untampered intense anger. imagine walking late night, freezing cold wearing nothing but an old t-shirt with holes, your breath is indistinguishable from the the cigarette smoke, that very cigarette the last thing that keeps you warm as the snow blizzard takes you over. You’ve had one of THOSE days, everything and everyone angers you, you need to vent, your internal hatred for humanity and all those around you, although momentary is all-encompassing. you need a release. but it cannot be an explosion, it must be controlled.
this is it. this takes you over. you dont notice that by the end of the song, you have forgotten where you are, why you are there and why your fists are clenched
—Waiting In Vain
Old Classic. Song of the anyone’s day.
Why? Why is it always “just one more game”, “just one more post”. I have an exam in less than 24 hours that I’m totally underprepared for, that I’m not instinctively good at to think about laterally to apply knowledge at yet instead of my fingers finding “http://law…..” they find “http://tumblr…”. It’s my second one. My first exam (today) went so badly that it scared me into shock. My eyes, my brain, my everything was in pain afterwards. I felt numb from the inside out. A total sense of helplessness. Everything I do, every line I read, every sentence I re-write, every graph I sketch out is in vain. Unfortunately the shock has not shocked me into action. The sense of futility is stronger than that of resisting the borg (for all you star-trek heads out there).
Why he’s the best of all time
“The Fire” chronicles a post-apocalyptic death march set in 1945 during the final stages of World War II in Europe. After a cataclysmic event renders the war futile, a paramilitary splinter group — led by a Kurtz-like figure known as The Commodore — forces the transfer of young men who will be used as labor…and food. The last survivor of the march receives a mysterious White Box which holds the key to survival
the most incredible, revolutionary, roots crew.
Live at the House of Blues. Chi city. Mind blowing. I went with a girl who vaguely recognised one or two songs here and there. By the end of the gig, she was trying to get backstage. Set list includes a 25 minute rendition of You Got Me with drops of immigrant song, let me stand next to your fire. move on up. sweet child of mine. jungle boogie.
Barry White, saved your life, and got you back with your ex-wife.
Kick back, relax. The snow is blowing horizontally. Let the funk take over.
i know you’ve told all your friends… your fool i’ll always be.
