fluorescent christmas

matt helders ‘last christmas’ masterpost

which brings us to part 3! a year later and matt gets to do a christmas song with his bois :)))) a chronological masterpost of matt’s performances of ‘last christmas’ during ‘fluorescent adolescent’ :-)


1) 10th december 2009 - terminal 5 in NYC
aka an angel descends on the stage and casually sits on his lil platform to bless us
(and from a slightly different angle, includes beginning though!)

2) 11th december 2009 - terminal 5 (again) in NYC
aka the angel acquires a stool from which to better serenade us. also, “this year, here in NYC… i’ll give it to someone special.”
(and from a slightly different angle)

3) 13th december 2009 - house of blues in boston
aka the angel is growing accustomed to mortal comforts and requests more furniture. and also wine.
(and from the stands)

4) 14th december 2009 - métropolis in montréal
aka the angel is like lmao fuck earth but what the hey, lemme take yall on one last ride. also, this one brought to you by that fuckin razr that so unfortunately pops in from time to time
(and from the stands - but higher quality audio!)

( see also:
 22nd january 2009 matt talks about taking only one pair of joggers on tour )

let me know if there are any performances that i missed :-)

if only in my dreams

merry christmas my christmas celebrating friends. this has a happy ending, i swear

warnings: ptsd, depression

The woman at the gate counter is brunette, her hair pulled back in a snug bun and her demeanor all business when Steve approaches, his flimsy paper boarding pass in hand.

All he wants is to go back to New York. He doesn’t care if he winds up at Stark Tower or his apartment in Brooklyn, hell, he’d even take his quarters in S.H.I.E.L.D. He just wants a hot shower and a bed somewhere familiar; after almost two weeks of being on the move, going city to city to shake hands with politicians, each leaving grease stains on his palm, Steve is finished. He’s had enough of politics and fake people with even faker smiles. He’s tired. It’s been three days since he slept last and even the serum can only do so much when it’s up against abuse like that.

“Hi,” he says to the woman and flashes her a smile that he knows is wan at best. “I heard an announcement saying that the midnight flight to New York was canceled. I’d really like to get home as soon as possible—”

“You and everyone else here,” the woman says and she’s not being rude, just being straight with him. She glances up from her computer and her tired expression softens when she sees him.

Steve shifts, squaring his shoulders, knowing the look is because he’s in uniform. He came straight from meeting a slew of soldiers at the nearest base—because his flight had been delayed, he stayed an extra two hours, only to rush over for the next one to find it’s been canceled, too.

She glances at his name tag—there’s no flash of recognition, which is a small blessing because Steve’s not sure he could handle that with as much decorum as is expected from him right now—and then says with genuine remorse, “I’m sorry, Captain Rogers. As much as I’d like to get you home, every flight into New York is canceled for the next twenty-four hours. I’m sure you’ve heard about the blizzard.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and remembers at the last second to run his hand over his carefully groomed hair and not through it. “I was just hoping… Well, thanks anyway. Sorry to bother you.”

“It’s no trouble,” she says softly and he can feel her regretful gaze on his shoulders as he turns and hauls his duffel back out into the airport general where he drifts to a stop and blinks around, numb with exhaustion.

What now?

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You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything’s in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary’s lacking a Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

Oh that boy’s a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up…

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she’s gonna get it
I’m guessing that she’d rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn’t going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen to not be gentle
Was it a Mecca Dobber or a betting pencil?

Oh that boy’s a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren’t as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up
Oh, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go? Woah.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You’re not coming back again.

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You just sounded it out
You’re not coming back again.

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Started all the naughty nights with niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything’s in order in a black hole
Everything was pretty in the past though
That Bloody Mary’s lacking in tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?

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Matt Helders sings Last Christmas in Fluorescent Adolescent

This was 5 years ago today 

anonymous asked:

ok i know this is alot to ask for but i got into arctic monkeys not too long ago and could you give links to the best interviews and other important videos please?

OKAY im sorry this took me a bit to get to anon but i think i’ve gathered as many important interviews + other videos that i could find and if anyone has anymore to add to this list pls feel free!! i’ve listed them according to category and added some bonus videos too !!!

INTERVIEWS

AWARDS SHOWS STUFF

2006 AUSTRALIA TOUR DIARY VIDEOS

'THE VIEW FROM’ VIDEOS

BONUS VIDEOS