gold pavement

I AM TRYING TO BREAK YOUR HEART || aka, every song that xabi alonso has ever linked, recommended, or mentioned on twitter, 2011-2017. (Spotify)

warning: this playlist is possibly the most pretentious hipster white dude musical collection ever assembled. this playlist lives in bushwick, brooklyn, although it’s loudly considering moving to berlin. this playlist rides a fixed-gear bicycle and is brewing its own kombucha tea in its apartment, in violation of the local building codes and the landlord’s rental agreement. this playlist is a democratic socialist and rails against capitalism, while still scrounging off its parents. this playlist has strong opinions about craft beers.

so basically, it’s my 20s in digital music form. damn it, xabi.

track listing below. enjoy.

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songs for a sunny april sunday

1. Braid - (Strawberry Ann) Switzerland // 2. Cap’n Jazz - Theme To 90210 // 3. Beat Happening - Not a Care in the World // 4. The Magnetic Fields - I Think I Need a New Heart // 5. The Vaselines - Molly’s Lips // 6. The Breeders - When I Was A Painter // 7. We Ragazzi - Hey, Chicago // 8. The Rock*A*Teens - Our Future Was Then // 9. Hop Along - Sister Cities // 10. The Exploding Hearts - Throwaway Style // 11. The Replacements - Kiss Me On The Bus // 12. The Undertones - Teenage Kicks // 13. Hunx & His Punx - Tonite Tonite // 14. Sheer Mag - Night Isn’t Bright // 15. The Velvet Underground - Rock & Roll // 16. Buzzcocks - Noise Annoys // 17. X-Ray Spex - I Can’t Do Anything // 18. The 5.6.7.8′s - Bomb the Twist // 19. The Dead Milkmen - Surfin’ Cow // 20. Patti Smith - April Fool // 21. Clem Snide - Joan Jett of Arc // 22. The Mountain Goats - Jenny // 23. Polaris - She Is Staggering // 24. Pavement - Gold Soundz // 25. Jawbreaker - Sea Foam Green // 26. Wipers - Let’s Go Away // 27. Bikini Kill - Carnival // 28. Sonic Youth - The Sprawl // 29. Fugazi - Pink Frosty // 30. World/Inferno Friendship Society - Pickles and Gin // 31. Earth Girls - Code Switch // 32. Kepi Ghoulie and The Accelerators - She Gets All The Girls // 33. The Unlovables - Fuck The World // 34. Boris The Sprinkler - Don’t Really Want To Walk To Taco Bell Without You // 35. Tuscadero - Candy Song // 36. That Dog - Did You Ever // 37. Tenement - Dreaming Out Loud #2 // 38. Smoking Popes - Pure Imagination

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There’s really no better way to spend a 2 and a half hour train journey than going through prompts and picking out a cute one, right??

I’m also really paranoid about writing on trains fhdjsafhdh I really hope no-one’s reading over my shoulder they’ll be so Confused I’ve turned my laptop brightness right down and im trying to angle the screen away from Everyone #pray4shelley

ANYWAY

prompt: teenage!phan are best friends and phil has a crush on dan. phil also has a parrot and one afternoon when dan’s at his house the parrot says “i love dan” or something and then fluff happens.

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Gold Soundz
Pavement
Gold Soundz

Pavement - Gold Soundz - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain

Oh Gold Soundz. a song so much about wanting something but being happy enough not to have it. it seems to promote summer and also chastise its dumb connotations. it seems to revel in nostalgia and gestate that it’s not really needed (maybe because the now is always better?). it doesn’t matter.

oh, and “cos you’re the kinda girl I like, cos you’re empty and I’m empty” has probably summated the love lives of too many pretty young things, the first of which no doubt having had curtained hair, in some kind of admittance that cynicism is hot and all I want to do is tug the back of the sleeve of your jumper backward toward me and fuck you when you get jaded. I guess if this song doesn’t make you think of the girl you like or one you used to then you probably need to go to more parties or something because everyone deserves to have someone to think about to Pavement. even if you hate them.

I also really love songs where they sign off with a noise totally incongruous to the rest of the song; either they hint at something that was only ever tapped towards or it presents something brand new. or, like here, it seems to unfurl what the song never wanted to admit to itself: something a bit sour, that’s gone off quickly and instead of gleaning in the sun, warps like plastic.

Strawberry Confession

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 10,048

Genre: A little bit of fluff, a little bit of angst, a little bit of something in between ♡♡♡♡♡

Summary: When you love a certain Kim Taehyung more than strawberries

A/N: In celebration of my hubby’s birthday ^w^ pls tell me that i am an innocent smol bean because this fic can definitely be a bedtime story :)))

Originally posted by bangtanjaemi

You like it when the sun sets over the horizon, wrapping the pavement in gold, as slivers of sunlight slip through puffy clouds to warm up your back, protecting you from the gusty winds blowing your way. You like it when the sound of your feet on the cobblestones echoes with each thump of your heart, the steadiness in which reminds you of the person walking indiscernibly ahead of you, an old habit he never noticed until that one time when you had pulled his sleeve in an attempt to slow him down, to which he had frowned, sulkily complaining that he was only doing so in order to hide you from aliens deciding to invade planet Earth as though it was a likely event. You like it when your knuckle brushes against his once in a while as the two of you walk next to each other, a constant reminder to you that he is always within a hand’s reach, unexpectedly tempting.

Still, nothing compares to the first hour of nightfall - when everything is dimmed and diminished to a low hum; when all you can see is his radiant smile which never ceases to falter - you become more and more entranced by the banter exchanged between the two of you with every passing second. That is when you wonder if having made your existence known to him has already cost you a lifetime’s fortune.

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Finally doing a tag from the other day, @cloyfronkol asked me to do my top 10 songs and just to make this easier for myself, I’m gonna do my favorite song from the top 10 artists in my last.fm

1. The Gun Song - Car Seat Headrest
2. Novelty Sweater - Jeff Rosenstock
3. Dan the Dancer - Mitski
4. Dig Me Out - Sleater-Kinney
5. Only in Dreams - Weezer
6. Futile Devices - Sufjan Stevens
7. Ivy - Frank Ocean
8. Nude - Radiohead
9. Orange Julius - Joyce Manor
10. Gold Soundz - Pavement

That worked out well!

I tag @jerkrosenstock @gcoxy @wavvegoth @littlecreatures @beastmonsterthing and @billmurray420

Life on Mars: A Summary

Sam: Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? 

Audience: back in time, because of being in a coma! and it’s making you a little mad!

Gene: [most offensive thing imaginable, designed to piss off all minority and majority groups.]

Sam: You’re a dick, I wanna go home.

Gene: We can’t change this world, Sam. Only learn how to survive in it.

Sam: wtf when did you become so dreamy? I’m so confused.

Annie: All I wanna do is solve crime, look neat and kick butt. But men.

Chris: She said butt, hahaha.

Ray: [low-simmer of hatred and dickery]

Creepy Test Card Girl: OOOOGA BOOOGA BOOOGA

1970s Manchester: I’M THE REAL STAR OF THIS SHOW.

Gene: I’m gonna slam you up against this filing cabinet, and you’re gonna like it.

Sam: True.

Gene: Sammy-boy, you’re a ponce, but you’re the finest policeman I know.

Sam: You mean police officer, Guv. *preens*

Annie: Seriously? I solved nine crimes when you two were homoerotically eye-fucking.

Chris & Ray: [light comic relief]

1970s Manchester: IN THE WHITE ROOM, WITH BLACK CURTAINS, NEAR THE STATION…

Audience: Actually, that song’s from the late 60s…

Sam: [parental issues, slight incesty undertones, major cringeworthiness]

1970s Manchester: … Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings…

Creepy Test Card Girl: And now you’re thinking, “I hope that’s Shepherd’s pie in my knickers.”

Phyllis: I’m too good for all of you. 

Nelson: [Mysterious mysteriousness of mystery.]

Gene: You make me wanna be a better person, Dorothy. You need to trust me, like I trust you.

Ray & Chris & Geoff & Clive & Random Authentic CID Guys: We’re basically part of the furniture, don’t mind us.

The Writers: Oh shit, no one wants Sam to go back home. They all want him to stay with Gene Annie. Uhm, shit. Sam needs to realise 1970s Manchester is home–

1970s Manchester: Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes…

Sam: They can’t be real, but they seem real, they’re too contradictory to be made up, but I’m supposed to go home. I don’t know what home is anym-

Annie: [EPIC EYE-ROLL]

Gene: [offensive thing, immediately followed by darling thing]

Frank Morgan: I’m here to fuck shit up and take names. Screw you all.

Creepy Test Card Girl: And you thought I was disturbing!

The Writers: We have 20 minutes to resolve a 16 hour plot. That’s okay. That’s alright. We’ll ask the director to literally make everything in Sam’s time blue. That’s good enough, yeah?

Sam: [goes home] [discovers he doesn’t feel anything] There’s no place like home, and my home’s with  Gene  Annie. I’m jumping off this building! Peace out, bitches.

Sam & Gene: [homoerotic eyefucking]

Sam & Annie: [kiss]

Chris & Ray: [light comic relief]

Creepy Test Card Girl: Go read a good book.

Audience: THAT WAS THE BEST THING I EVER SAWED

The Writers: But wait, there’s more!

a [slack motherfucker] aquarius mix, a stage one:

built to spill, “center of the universe

I don’t like this air
but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop breathing it
who doesn’t think they’re at
the center of the universe, being it 

nirvana, “on a plain” 

love myself better than you

pavement, “I love perth

you’re gorgeous
I’m pretty handsome too
we make a pair, me and you

van morrison, “sweet thing” !!!!!!

and I shall watch the ferry boats and they’ll get high
on a blue ocean against tomorrow’s sky
and I will never grow so old again
and I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain 

nirvana, “tourettes

we don’t know anything, my heart
we all want something fair, my heart

richard hell and the voidoids, “blank generation

I was saying let me out of here before I was
even born

joanna newsom, “bridges and balloons

to be the ones to’ve seen

green day, “jaded

always move forward
going straight will get you nowhere

patti smith, “gloria

twenty thousand girls called their names out to me

green day, “2000 light years away

she holds my malachite so tight so
never let go
because she’s 2000 light years away

david bowie, “oh! you pretty things

a crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me

the replacements, “valentine

if you were a pill, I’d take a handful at my will
and I’d knock you back with something sweet and strong
plenty of times you wake up in february makeup
like the moon and the morning star you’re gone

television, “little johnny jewel” 

he said, “I want my little wing-head!”

pavement, “gold soundz” (taurus moon, leo rising)

so drunk in the august sun
and you’re the kind of girl I like
because you’re empty and I’m empty
and you can never quarantine the past

slowdive, “all of us

this whole life 
is all of us
this whole dream
is all of me
minnow lies
inside me now

regina spektor, “8th floor

I came in from the rain
which wasn’t really rain it was just january snow in denial

goldfinger, “99 red balloons

it’s all over and I’m standing pretty
in the dust that was a city
if I could find a souvenir 
just to prove the world was here
and here it is, a red balloon
I think of you and let it go

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NOFX, “go your own way

not my fault fat mike is an aquarius! 
take it up with god
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