pop punk made me do it

Fall Out Boy Songs for the Signs

ARIES: Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today // Breaking hearts has never looked so cool, as when you wrap your car around a tree, your makeup looks so great next to his teeth

TAURUS: Centuries // Until you die for me, as long as there’s a light, my shadow’s over you, cause I am the opposite of amnesia, and you’re a cherry blossom, you’re about to bloom, you look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon

GEMINI: Miss Missing You // I will sing to you every day, if it will take away the pain, oh and I’ve heard you got it, got it so bad, cause I am the best you’ll never have

CANCER: Young and Menance // Oops I, did it again, I forgot what I was losing my mind about, oh, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind, and send a message: I was young and a menace

LEO: Bang the Doldrums // And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way I think of you, this is a love song in my own way, happily ever after below the waist

VIRGO: Fame < Infamy // I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with, such wit without a conscience equipped, I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa, “There’s too much green to feel blue”

LIBRA: I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) // We’re the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off, bulletproof loneliness at best, at best

SCORPIO: I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) // We’re the kids who feel like dead ends, and I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses, I took a shot and didn’t even come close, at trust and love and hope, and the poets are just kids who didn’t make it, and never had it at all

SAGITTARIUS: Death Valley // Cause we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet, cause tonight it’s just fire alarms and losing you, we love a lot so we only lose a little

CAPRICORN: Tiffany Blews // Oh baby, you’re a classic, like a little black dress, you’re a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess 

AQUARIUS: Hum Hallelujah // I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light, a teenage vow in a parking lot, ‘til tonight do us part, I sing the blues and swallow them too

PISCES: Golden // Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams, where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens, and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me

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Damien & Mark's ROAD TRIP BANGERS
This is not canon. This is purely for crack-y fun.

(Crack mixes are going on this blog where they belong)

Okay, so an asker over on @thebrightsessions​ official tumblr knows that I will make basically any mix if prompted, so I made a Damien-and-Mark-Bro-Out-On-A-Road-Trip Mix. I have no so many regrets.

Track listing, with commentary by yours truly: 

  1. You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi (the natural choice to start out any respectable road trip mix)
  2. Tom Sawyer - Rush
  3. Back to Black - ACDC (obviously)
  4. Island - The Starting Line (pop punk is the next step after 80s classics IMO) 
  5. The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls (do you guys remember this band??? whatever happened to them? this album is great) 
  6. Waking Up in Vegas - Katy Perry
  7. Run Away With Me - Carly Rae Jepsen (okay, someone on tumblr posted about how Damien would love Emotion and I can’t find the post anywhere but it has been HAUNTING ME because Emotion is absolutely an album that Damien would secretly love and I can’t believe I was called out like that. Also, Emotion is the best pop album in years, maybe ever.) 
  8. Shut Up and Let Me Go - The Ting Tings (the ultimate dancing while driving song) 
  9. Never Forget You - Noisettes
  10. Man! I Feel Like A Woman - Shania Twain (this is canon, don’t @ me) 
  11. Ready to Run - The Dixie Chicks (duh!) 
  12. Ride - Far Places (this whole playlist is a mix of silly things and great songs but they are all from actual road trip mixes I’ve made. This one is the newest addition - it is by Evan Cunningham’s band Far Places. Evan composes all the music for @thebrightsessions and is really awesome and you guys should buy his music)

Honorable mention: “Hold On” by Wilson Philips, which is the only song you ever need on the road but is too near and dear to my heart to put on this ridiculous thing. 

(I’m so sorry) 

Happy Hiatus! 

Mr. Bowie made a point of visiting Mr. Pop’s parents in Detroit, where they were living in a trailer. ‘He came to my parents’ trailer, and the neighbors were so frightened of the car and the bodyguard they called the police,’ Mr. Pop said. 'My father’s a very wonderful man, and he said, “Thank you for what you’re doing for my son.” I thought: Shut up, Dad. You’re making me look uncool.’

GUEST POST: Alice Lesperance on Nimrod (1997)

Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?

So let’s talk about Nimrod! I have to admit off the bat that I’m a bit biased: Nimrod is my favorite Green Day album, it was the album that really got me into them and cemented them as one of my all-time favorite bands in the world. It is not, admittedly, an album that people tend to discuss at length when you bring up Green Day. 

Green Day’s fifth full-length album was their third mainstream success, mostly because of “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”, which came as a surprise to critics at the time because of its seriousness, its mellow and contemplative tone. The song instantly because the song for proms and graduations, and it played in the series finale of Seinfeld. There is and always will be a sense of nostalgia tied to that song, which comes out whenever I listen to it, but it is not the most interesting thing about the album, by far. 

The thing is, people like to say that Green Day songs are easy to play because they only use three chords (that’s hyperbole, for the most part). When I was learning guitar as a teenager, I learned almost exclusively on Green Day songs for this exact reason. Which is why American Idiot was such a critical success, in addition to its cultural and political context. I mean, just listen to “Jesus of Suburbia”, a very difficult song to play. But they were doing this seven years earlier, with Nimrod. The music stylings run the gamut here, from pop-punk to surf rock to ska. Listen to “Hitchin’ A Ride”, “Last Ride In”,  or “King For a Day” and you are navigating multiple music genres.

In 2000, the year before 9/11 and three years after the album’s release, my mother and I made the 20 hour drive from Alabama to Brooklyn with only one CD in the car, and it was Nimrod. You can only listen to the radio for so long, driving in and out of states, especially if you and your baby boomer mother have very different tastes in music. The years that would come, I would get her hooked on pop punk and the emo/scene music of the mid-2000s and she still routinely asks me “How is Gerard [Way] doing?” but in 2000 the only music we agreed on was the stuff she had raised me on: The Beatles and Frank Sinatra. And Nimrod. I don’t think my mother had ever heard anything from Dookie, except possibly “Basket Case”. But Nimrod was the second Green Day album I bought and it mostly lived in the player of my mom’s white Ford Focus. When radio failed us, we listened to it. Over and over again, on repeat, across eight states. Being nine years old and listening to your mom sing along to “Life’s a bitch and so am I / the world hates me so fuck you!” was an experience. My dad, who wouldn’t hear me say “crap” even at 17, would have had a heart attack. But dad wasn’t there, it was just me and her and a lot of gas station coffee and Nimrod.

It’s such a complex album, and so under-appreciated. Sarcastic, self-deprecating and at times filled with vitriol, but also sincere and oddly tender, Nimrod nearly covers the whole spectrum of human emotion. Lines like ‘Where do we go from here / and what did you do with the directions / promise me no dead end streets / and I’ll guarantee we’ll have the road’ (from “Worry Rock”) contrast with ‘Don’t pat yourself on the back / you might break your spine’ (from “Nice Guys Finish Last”). In “King for a Day”, there’s some great gender fuckery: “My daddy threw me in therapy / he thinks I’m not a real man” Here we can remember “Coming Clean” (’I found out what it takes to be a man / Well, Mom and Dad will never understand’), but what sets “King for A Day” apart is that it is very much a narrative, a concept, a performance. It’s in songs like this, as well as “The Grouch”, where we can see the foundations of punk storytelling and character-building that American Idiot fully flushes out years later. These are very real, sincere themes, of course - fatherhood, gender identity, selfhood on Nimrod just as themes of isolation, restlessness and political injustice are on American Idiot - but this is arguably the first time we really see the band playing around with narrative or conceptual songwriting.

Nimrod did not perform well commercially. It wasn’t anywhere near as well-received as Dookie and after the tour for Nimrod ended, the band took a three year break before releasing Warning in 2000. There were other reasons for this: homesickness, parenthood, and a dislike of big arena tours were also big factors in the hiatus. But listening to Nimrod it’s clear that Green Day were at a point of evolution, and the sound they returned to in 2000 is much different from what came before. Nimrod stands as a kind of liminal space between early 90’s Gilman St. era and the post-9/11 era that birthed the band’s most commercially and critically successful album to date, American Idiot

For me, although American Idiot means a lot to me and certainly speaks to my own experiences growing up in post-9/11 American suburbia, Nimrod will always be my ride-or-die Green Day album. I still remember being in the passenger seat next to my mom, with my feet up on the dashboard, driving through the Blue Ridge Mountains and singing ‘There’s a drought at the fountain of youth, and now I’m dehydrating / My tongue is swelling up, I say…shit!’, yelling the “SHIT!” so loud our voices cracked, and we laughed and laughed.


- Alice / @shakespeareandpunk

Cinco de Mayo Shit Show
Marietta
Cinco de Mayo Shit Show

Last night I wanted to leave all my friends out.
Desperate chance dragged me out of the sand. 

But chance’s certain way of getting stuck on one small desperate action robbed me of all my good luck. 
Why did I think I could make it better now? 
Why did I think I could keep my feet on the ground? 

If I wake up and accidentally crawl into your arms, it’s nothing personal.
Personhood has always seemed so strange. 

Why do things always have to go and change?
Be better off if things just stayed the same. 


If I freak out and crash my fucking car into your house, of course it’s personal. Personhood has made me feel this way. 
Why do things always have to go and change?
Be better off if things just stayed the same. 


I’m getting too old for this shit.
I’m throwing fits and acting like a kid again.

Here is a special review and more of a personal one as well. This album turned 20 years old yesterday and this album has a significant place in my heart because this is the album that made me fall in love with music and Blink 182. This band has brought me so many feelings over the years and has helped me through a lot of shit.
This album has some of my favourite Blink songs on it i.e. Josie and Voyeur. And god do those songs fucking rip! Any way listen to this album because its a classic and a masterpiece.

pop punk teen wolf

death to all my friends

a screamo/pop punk mix for when your friends treat you like garbage

thanks to you- all time low/

kill all your friends- my chemical romance/

keep on bringing me down- forever the sickest kids/

fuck you- sleeping with sirens/

tell that mick he just made my list of things to do today- fall out boy/

congratulations, i hate you- alesana/

seventy times 7- brand new/

ignorance- paramore/

fuck you- lily allen/

2nd sucks- a day to remember/

the best thing (that never happened)- we are the in crowd/

sleep with one eye open- bring me the horizon/

there’s no ‘i’ in team- taking back sunday/

your friends are full of shit- leathermouth/

happy holidays, you bastard- blink 182

The Signs As Real Friends Lyrics
  • Aries: I used to have an escape
  • But I ripped the map up a long time ago
  • So I'll lie to myself and say that I don't care at all
  • You'll always be hidden in the basement of everything that I love
  • Taurus: I'll keep sleeping sideways in my empty bed
  • To fill up the lonely space
  • I'm just a kid with too much lonely space
  • Gemini: If you wore your personality on your skin, no one would take a second look
  • You were shallow when we met and you still are
  • Cancer: You're still in my mind
  • But not in my chest
  • I'm a little worn out since you fucking tore me down
  • Leo: Don't act like you're better than me
  • We're both fools lost in this cold world
  • You might not fall as much as I do, but if I look close enough I can find the scars on your knees
  • I can find the bags under your eyes that carry too much for you to handle
  • Virgo: I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past
  • Here I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be
  • Libra: You were easy on my eyes
  • You were heavy on my heart
  • Scorpio: Loneliness keeps me warm at night and that's okay with me
  • I'd rather be alone in this bed made for two than listen to you and your judgement
  • Sagittarius: My bones want to tear out of my skin
  • This isn't where I want to be
  • Getting older scares the shit out of me
  • Capricorn: I walk away from anyone that cares about me
  • But I swear my skin's not as rough as I make it out to be
  • Aquarius: The saddest part is I've been distant since I was sixteen
  • It keeps me up in bed
  • I'm stuck here with all the choices I've made
  • And the chances I was too afraid to take
  • Pisces: You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to
  • When the weather clears, that sweatshirt weather won't keep you warm like I do

(rules: you have to tag 15 people at the end of this challenge).

tagged by my boo @moffhales​ :)

five things you’ll find in my bag:

  • my wallet
  • my keys (sometimes)
  • a disneyland pen from their diamond celebration
  • a shit ton of receipts cause i’m trash
  • checkbook

five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • tons of clothes everywhere
  • a tv too big for the room
  • this weird af drawing someone did of me that eric MADE me hang up
  • a thousand chargers
  • usually sammy

five things i’ve always wanted to do:

  • do a cross country road trip!!
  • travel around the world honestly, especially greece and australia 8{)
  • get my work published in a magazine
  • live in a traveling van for a month
  • die eating calamari lmao

five things that make me feel happy:

  • blasting pop punk out my rolled down windows in the summer, scream-singing along
  • all my beautiful friends
  • music
  • sammy
  • aimless driving while talking about dreams and our pasts

five things i’m currently into (I’m just gonna do songs):

  • steady by strong boy
  • creature comfort by arcade fire
  • allison by soccer mommy
  • three rings by grizzly bear
  • feeling by grad party

five things on my to-do list:

  • get everything I need edited edited
  • clean out my tumblr likes
  • clean my house for a party this sunday
  • hang up more shit in my house
  • ummm i dunno lmao edit again cause I’ve got a lot of it to do

I’ve been listening to a lot of old indie/pop punk music and it makes me super nostalgic for highschool, back when things were just easier. I always said I hated highschool and how I hated everyone there, but honestly despite the anxiety and what a nervous wreck I was at least I had friends I could see everyday and talk to. I only enjoy some of the people I work with and a lot of the friends I made at work aren’t really around much anymore. I just miss going out and doing stuff, and meeting new people. And I keep thinking to myself maybe if I wasn’t such a drag to be around, maybe if I was more confident, and maybe if I wasn’t such an awful person maybe I wouldn’t feel so alone all the time, and maybe I would get invited out more. Maybe if I quit pushing everyone away like I always do maybe I I wouldn’t be so miserable.

a day out with the fam, a.k.a. i am a meme but so are my parents
  • dad, about to get on the train home: “ok, take care, be nice”
    me: “to anyone?”
    dad: “well yes you should always be nice”
    me: “are you telling me to be nice to my oppressors? thats not very punk rock”

  • me, showing mother a picture of p.g. wodehouse: “i trust him”

  • dad, speaking of oscar wilde’s early death: “yeah you know with all that absynthe…”
    mother: “but they sell absynthe now too, it’s not that terrible”
    dad, wistfully: “absynthe is not the same as it used to be………”

  • dad: “everything should be made of jeans”
    me: “shirts! pants! underwear! jackets!”
    mother: “TABLECLOTHS”
    me and mother: “……….jEANS GHOSTS

  • me, out of nowhere: “do you prefer cuttlefish or octopi”
    dad: “octopi, no doubt. [starts listing at least 16 reasons why they are clearly superior], and then they like shiny things they obviously have a sense of style”

  • dad: “and by the way why did you ask that”
    me: “im thinking about writing my dissertation on it”
    dad: “ok but like how are you going to gather data”

  • me: “all time low make pop punk, you know, pizza and skateboards and hating your town… me minus the skateboard”
    my parents: “yeah you but on foot”
Guardian Demon. (Luke Hemmings.)

Requested – Yes.

Prompt – Demon Luke.

Warning – Mentions religion towards the beginning. By the way, I am Catholic so I will be applying to what I know. Not that it matters because I barely mention any hardcore church terms. 

Words – 1255.

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i want to wear a flowery dress with torn leggings and eyeliner and a leather jacket as black as the souls of my enemies, but i want to wear jeans and a t-shirt and bare feet and hair as free as my laughter, but i want to wear dresses made to rule a country of old souls in and skin like majesty and shoes full of promise, but i want to never climb out of my pajamas do you see my dilemma