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Metaphors Attack!

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Jan 20
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sexmusic:

creep on creepin’ on // timber timbre

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Jan 19
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I never had a strategy. I always felt I was scraping the bottom of the barrel trying to get a song together. I never had the sense of standing in front of a buffet table with a multitude of choices. It’s more like what Yeats used to say, working ‘in the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart’. You always feel like you’re at the end of the line. There’s no sense of abundance but I blacken a lot of pages. It is my work and I try to do it every day. Most of the time one is discouraged by the work, but now and again by some grace something stands out and invites you to work on it, to elaborate it or animate it in some way. It’s a mysterious process. This place is filled with writers, and we all know that the activity depends not just on perseverance and perspiration, but also a certain kind of grace and illumination. We depend on that.
— Leonard Cohen on Drinking from the well of inspiration (via royalgeneration)

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Jan 11
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Jan 03
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In the bedroom I recently moved into, the previous tenant left some words on the wall; it was a trite saying like, Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…but about learning to Dance in the Rain. As if I need my bedroom wall telling me to get over it! So I removed some letters and tried to make an expression more suitable to my personality. This is what I’ve got so far, because life is about waiting, you guys! Don’t tell me that it isn’t! It’s about waiting and dancing and that middle bit is supposed to be experimental poetry but I’ll probably take it out. I would’ve spelled something naughty or stupid, but I just — I can’t. It’s not my way; I can’t bear it. Pathetic, I know. What do you think?

In the bedroom I recently moved into, the previous tenant left some words on the wall; it was a trite saying like, Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…but about learning to Dance in the Rain. As if I need my bedroom wall telling me to get over it! So I removed some letters and tried to make an expression more suitable to my personality. This is what I’ve got so far, because life is about waiting, you guys! Don’t tell me that it isn’t! It’s about waiting and dancing and that middle bit is supposed to be experimental poetry but I’ll probably take it out. I would’ve spelled something naughty or stupid, but I just — I can’t. It’s not my way; I can’t bear it. Pathetic, I know. What do you think?

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Jan 02
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This Will Be My Year - Semisonic

I meant to post this song on New Year’s, but I didn’t have the internet, so oh well. It’s still the best.

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Dig It | D Tent Boys

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Dec 29
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perksofbeingaboy:

This is the song that was used in the Skins Series 6 trailer

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Dec 27
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