I am unbelievably excited about Cold War Kids' forthcoming fourth studio album. It's lead single, Miracle Mile, is just the kind of energetic jumble of noise and angst that I fell in love with way back in 2006. Seriously good track and a taste of what's to come. Robbers and Cowards take two?
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Showing posts with label america. Show all posts
Showing posts with label america. Show all posts
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Where does it lead to?
I am unbelievably excited about Cold War Kids' forthcoming fourth studio album. It's lead single, Miracle Mile, is just the kind of energetic jumble of noise and angst that I fell in love with way back in 2006. Seriously good track and a taste of what's to come. Robbers and Cowards take two?
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
SCREAMS
Is it bad that this level of band-related mania makes total sense to me? I boody love One Direction.
Monday, 13 February 2012
One Love
Just watched the first half of this. Such a treat. The rest is saved for tomorrow's Valentines night when I'm all on my lonesome.
How the Loyal Minder loves her sexy children...
How the Loyal Minder loves her sexy children...
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
Reckless Abandon
This is the best version of this track I've ever come across. Everything about it is wonderfully lovely and sweet.
Friday, 9 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Friday, 18 November 2011
Put your trust in me, you're not gonna die alone
Well prove to me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your arm round my collar bone
Open the door.
Don't lie to me
If you're puttin' the dog to sleep.
That pet you just couldn't keep
And couldn't afford.
Well prove to me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Unstitch that shit I've sewn,
To close up the hole that tore through my skin.
Well my trust in you
Is a dog with a broken leg,
Tendons to torn to fix,
And you let me back in
You said
I can't prove to you
You're not gonna die alone,
But trust me to take you home
and clean up that blood all over your paws.
You can't keep running out.
Kicking yourself off the bed,
Kicking yourself in the head,
Because, you're kiciking me too.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
I don't think so.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone.
Put your trust in me,
I'm not gonna die alone,
I don't think so.
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Saturday, 15 October 2011
Haiku, number one
Moon shines on LA.
Driver takes out his hammer -
Tangerine Dream.
Driver takes out his hammer -
Tangerine Dream.
Labels:
actors,
america,
beauty,
Drive,
films,
hammers,
Poetry,
ryan gosling,
tangerine dream,
violence,
words
Throughthenight
Night terrors.
these cold nightmares, they make her worse for wear
lost in the dark, she's got a heavy heart.
and when she waits in her fragile state, well, she calls my name
hoping that i'll keep her safe.
This video is so fucking hot.
Labels:
america,
artists,
bands,
brothels,
city and colour,
dirty,
fuckable,
fucking,
game playing,
games,
lingerie,
love songs,
music,
musicians,
night time,
prostitutes,
Sex,
sexy,
songs
Friday, 14 October 2011
LitBitch, part eight
What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our Salvation.
Don Delillo
Don Delillo
Labels:
america,
american literature,
books,
don delillio,
fabric,
life,
literature,
love,
philosophy,
reluctance,
salvation,
talent,
words,
writing
LitBitch, part five
These are the days after. Everything is now measured by after.
Don Delillo, Falling Man
Don Delillo, Falling Man
Labels:
after,
america,
american literature,
days,
death,
don delillio,
ending,
everything,
falling man,
life,
literature,
Men,
philosophy,
women,
words,
writing
LitBitch, part four
He wanted to fuck her loudly on a hard bed with the rain beating against the windows.
Don Delillo, Mao II
Don Delillo, Mao II
Labels:
america,
american literature,
bed,
books,
desires,
don delillio,
fucking,
Men,
needs,
Sex,
sexual tension,
wants,
women,
words,
writing
LitBitch, part three
She put an arm behind her, unlatched the door, turned quickly and went running into the gray afternoon. I tried to think of something funny to say.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p.189
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984, p.189
Labels:
america,
american literature,
books,
Boys,
commentary,
don delillio,
girls,
literature,
novels,
words,
writing
LitBitch, part two
California deserves whatever it gets. Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984
Don Delillo, White Noise, 1984
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
swagger
Labels:
america,
contemporary music,
dance floor,
fly,
gross,
Hip Hop,
kreayshawn,
lil wayne,
mess,
Rap,
remix,
Sex
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