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John Frusciante to release new EP this Summer!
After much speculation, John Frusciante’s record label has revealed that he’ll be releasing a five track EP titled Letur Lefr on July 9th 2012! John will also extend his creative abilities to creating the EP’s Cover Artwork. The EP will be his first solo release since The Empyrean from 2009. Read more… -
Some people, like me, are born idiots, but many more become stupider as they go along.
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The awkward moment when you realize you’re in love with Death.
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ah Joker <3
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“I don’t think it’ll be long before another Chili Peppers album.” – Josh Klinghoffer
“WOOHOOOO.” - Filip Gašpar
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Death Cab for Cutie - Brothers on a Hotel Bed
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident
On the back of a motor bike
With your arms outstretched trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed we couldn’t break from the concrete
In the city where we still reside.
And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men
Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed -
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I was alone
My heart was cold
It was a stone
My soul was lonely
Like a stone
There was no moss!
And when I danced
I danced alone
But then I did not dance
Because I was alone
So I did not dance
I shuffled through life invisible
To all happy couples
Who would mock me
With their merry laughter
Ha, ha, ha!
The only sound I heard
In my lonely silent world
Was the rusty hammer of my heart
Nailing at the hatred in my soul
But then you came…
And my life was turned upside down
You showed me the beauty
Of the things that I had never seen
Like the snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer
Or the painting of a dog
That wears a deerstalker and smokes a pipe
That made you laugh so heartily
That I previously thought was rubbish
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
But the intoxicating power of our love
Transforms this simple act into an anthropomorphic drama
Where Mr Duck’s embarrassed and the other ducks are laughing
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack!
And then you LEFT!
And I have died a thousand deaths
And I will die a thousand MORE!
I thought you were an angel
You turned out to be a WHORE!
And everything is turned to dust
And everything is infected with a plague
When you had to sleep with Craig
‘Oh, he’s so sensitive’
‘He’s got a tattoo’
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead
Was not enough for you?
The snowflake on the eye of the dear
Has turned to pus
That oozes from an open wound
The deer, now blinded, stumbles into a ravine
The duck lies shredded in a pancake
Soaking in the hoi sin of your lies
The dog has moved from the pipe
To 60 cigarettes a day
And coughs away his life
In the cold neon research lab
Of your betrayal
