Boredom is different nowadays. It’s about super-saturation, distraction, restlessness. I am often bored but it’s not for lack of options: a thousand TV channels, the bounty of Netflix, countless net radio stations, innumerable unlistened-to albums, unwatched DVDs and unread books, the maze-like archive of YouTube. Today’s boredom is not hungry, a response to deprivation; it is a loss of cultural appetite, in response to the surfeit of claims on your attention and time.
—  Simon Reynolds, Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past
Day Ninety-Two

-I discovered that while I had signed on to pick up a shift that was listed as softlines, I was, in fact, assigned to the fitting room, an area entirely beyond my understanding. Thankfully, the years of theater training that I have amassed have come in handy. I was able to flawless assume the guise of one who knew precisely what they were doing.

-A woman softly shouted, “Don’t you almost kill my baby!” These words themselves were not my main cause for concern, but her nonchalant tone of someone repeating an oft-used line.

-I happened upon a six-sided die, featuring depictions of a satchel, a chalice, a cactus, a sunrise, a character of indeterminate origin, and a large monkey. It is not an item we sell nor was anyone in the store looking for such a relic. I can only assume that those who used this die have completed their occult ritual and decided that they had no further use for it.

-While sorting through returned clothing, a pair of pants was found with incriminating brown stains and an even more incriminating stench. The largest stain was located in the seat of the pants, but this was not the only one. There was a faint trail leading down the left leg, culminating in a large splotch at the cuff, suggesting that whatever had been laid at the start of the path was kicked along downwards in an attempt to get rid of the evidence. While I can only imagine the circumstances this person was facing, I am more interested in why they thought this was the appropriate time to return them.

-A young girl told her unlistening mother that she likes to put Tic Tacs in her butt. I feel that her mother should have cared much more about this than she did.

Hello friends if you’re in the UK. Please go vote today.

Polls are open until 10, you can take time off work to vote.

If you’re aged 18+ PLEASE, OH GOD PLEASE VOTE.

It’s your future you’re in charge of and every vote does count, and DOES matter.

Don’t say you won’t because the outcome will be different or you’re not bothered because it will if you go down and actually use your voice to get the way it is changed.

Young people are the most affected and the most unlistened to.

What are you waiting for?

You know, I’m starting to see that when a tarot deck is being “sassy” or “harsh”, it is because something is going unlistened to or undone. When we read tarot for ourselves, we are using our energies from within to place into the cards, which then reveals a physical art and numerology to interpret. So, basically we are telling ourselves to get our shit together. Sweet.

anonymous asked:

They say I have potential. Anxiety says they lie. Logic says it is the truth. My heart is trapped inside the cage Anxiety got Depression to help build. I can't ask for help. I don't want to be a problem or a bother.



And I have THOUGHTS.

Yes- I got a bootleg and no I will not say where from or link it since the Swifties are going to be busting blood vessels that I heard I already.  

These are my thoughts and opinions; I am not stating anything as fact ok, lawyers?

Now- I heard a lot of lines of shade at Tom but I feel like one song is actually about him- Getaway Car and another lumps him a Calvin together-I Did Something Bad.


It was the best of times the worst of crimes

Struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn’t mean it, and you didn’t see it

The ties were black but the lies were white with shades of gray in candlelight

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery, think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getway car, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car (sometimes is geddaway and other times she hits the hard T)

It was a great escape, a prison break, the light of freedom on my face but you weren’t thinking (pronounced WER- ENT), and I was just drinking

Well he was running after us I was screaming go, go, go but with the three of us honey is a side show

and a circus ain’t a love story and now we’re both sorry.

X marks the spot where we fell apart, he poisoned the well, I was lying to myself

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed we never had a shotgun shot in the dark

You were driving the getaway car, we were flying but we didn’t get far

Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery; think about the place you first met me.

Riding in a getaway, there were sirens in the beat of your heart, should have known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me

In a getway car, no they never get far, nothing good starts in a getaway car

We were (some word I don’t understand in her breathy non-singing bullshit style), Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side ( to the other side) It’s not surprise I turned you in, cause us traitors never win.

I was driving in a getaway car

I was crying in a getaway car

I was dying in a getaway car

Said goodbye in a getaway car.

So there you go people, she absolutely used him as a distraction from the Calvin drama and had ZERO feeling for him. She just needed a “driver”. And of course she blaming him (don’t be surprised) and don’t think that “we both sorry” is some kind of apology. She’s only sorry it made her look bad.

I Did Something Bad

I never trust a narcissist – but they love me (because they can see their OWN KIND)

So I play him like a violin and I make it look OH SO EASY.

I can feel the flames on my skin, crimson red paint on my lips

If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing, I don’t regret it one bit cause he had it coming

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

I never trust a playboy, but they love me, so I fly them all around the world and let them think they saved me…

They never see it coming, what I do next- this is how the world works, you gotta leave before you get left.

I can feel the flames on my skin, he says don’t throw away a good thing, but if he drops my name then I owe him nothin’, and if he spends my change then he had it coming.

They said I didn’t something bad, but why’s it feel so good

Most fun I ever had and I’d do it over and over and over again if I could

I just felt so… good.

They are burning all the witches even if you aren’t one

They got their pitchforks and proof, receipts and reasons

So light me UP, go ahead and light me UP

So clearly the first verse is Calvin and the second is Tom. I would love to light you up BITCH.

Other songs:

“This is why we can’t have nice…….things” (that’s how she sings it, with this huge pause) sounds exactly like a Lorde song and it either to Karlie or Katy or some friend she thinks had done her wrong. Real original.

End Game is a dumpster fire (both she and Ed Sheeran attempt to “rap”)

Dress-“I only bought this dress so you can take it off” is the super sexy lyric her family couldn’t listen to – a song in which the chorus include the line- “I don’t want you like a best friend” which is ODD- it’s supposed to be about sex? You wouldn’t know except she attempts this breathy moan that sounds like a trapped seal.

King of My Heart includes the lyric- “All the boys in their fancy cars, Range Rovers and JagUars (which she says in an emphasized British way) never took me quite where you do.”  Can I assume Calvin has a Range Rover?

Don’t Blame Me and any of the rest are unlistenable.  I won’t even bother.

I’m guessing King of My Heart is the video she shot in London so that will be next.  

Overall- crappy pop that she tries to make edgy with strange, loud, blaring instrumentation and over-produced vocals that are breathy yet high pitched in the most annoying way.

In the end, shockingly, she was kind of honest about Tom- she used him and left him before he could leave her and he should have known.

pain is beauty (listen)

shades of cool (lana del rey) girls (the 1975) i know what boys like (the waitresses)  lolita (lana del rey) whatever lola wants (sarah vaughn) national anthem vs bubblegum bitch (lana/marina mashup) candy store (heathers: the musical) bend and snap (leagally blonde: the musical) it’s raining on prom night (grease: the musical) donatella (myrtle snow AHS remix) cherry bomb (kylie minouge) toxic (britney spears) that girl (ts madison) attention whore (melleefresh vs. deadmau5) would you say thank you if i spank you? (the turbomen) gods and mosters (lana del rey) million dollar man (lana del rey) young and beautiful (lana del rey) yayo (lana del rey) 400 lux (lorde) yellow flicker beat (lorde) earned it (the weekend) skinny love (birdy) homewrecker (marina and the diamonds) house of the rising sun (lauren o'connell) shades of cool (lana del rey) big spender (fosse) glory box (portishead) fear and loathing (marina and the diamonds) happy (marina and the diamonds)

oiltipped  asked:

Najia, have you ever made a post about your favourite song lyrics? i've been trying to find one from you but i can't seem to. if not, consider this me asking - i love how thoughtful your posts on music are, and i've always wondered about lyrics. x

thank you for asking!! I could talk about music all day & this is a wonderful question to get, especially from you <3

lyrics in music are hugely important to me, both as a listener & as a poet and lyricist myself. a song can have a very appealing sonic texture, but if the lyrics are bad enough 2 make me wince a bit then it’s really unlistenable to me. lyrics are the point of music (that has lyrics) 2 me personally, both in how I listen to music and in how I write / perform it–I’ll often consider how the instrumentation plays off of the lyrics, rather than the other way around. lyrics are a significant portion of what pulls me into a song, lyrics are a significant portion of what I fall in love with. (though I do also have a lot of opinions about music & sonic texture on its own accord, & don’t even get me started on the vocals.) to a large extent my favourite music artists = my favourite lyricists, without too many exceptions (though Emilie Autumn is my favourite music artist for quite a few reasons even though I don’t think she’s a particularly gifted writer in any medium). anyways here’s a list!

  • Sarah Slean–probably my favourite lyricist & certainly the first one that I think of when I think about excellent lyrics. the fact that she’s also a poet is very apparent in her song writing. you can tell that she’s consciously exulting in what she can do with language, the moods and the textures that she can create (alongside and in concert with the texture of the instrumentation). I think that in general, something about the music means that lyrics have to be a lot less “good” than poetry in order to be considered acceptable–stock expressions & wasted words aren’t objected to as much–but her writing doesn’t sound as though her attitude is “well this only has to be good enough for lyrics.” the imagery is conscious & dense & lovely without often falling into the trap of being tortured or oversaturated. sentimentalism is well-balanced with humour–it takes itself seriously, but not to the point of mawkishness.
    • When Another Midnight (You can’t stop the moaning of the Earth / And the midnight crackling of my nerves!)
    • Drastic Measures (I’m like the trees in the midnight parks / Oozing danger, igniting sparks)
    • New Pair of Eyes (everything’s tender again / the veil fell apart in my hands)
  • Shannon Wright–a lot of her her lyrics read like surrealist poetry, but there are moments of simplicity, clarity, and deep emotion. she flouts grammatical conventions & logical relations on purpose, hitting on something that’s often highly ambiguous and yet very specific in its imagery, & always surprising & original.
    • Less Than A Moment (Is this the vigor / A vast decay? / This ugly state / I shall not answer / This nausea / I delve to slay)
    • The Helm Around Us (This wire, this mane, this coronet / You hold me against my will)
    • Floor Pile (You let go of my hand and acted like we never touched / Like some harbour a ship never brushed)
  • Amanda Palmer–Amanda does a lot that’s consciously clever with her lyrics, including puns, wordplay, double- and triple-entendres, turning the last word in one line into the first word of the next. emotion is balanced with humour, with camp, with sarcasm. she’s an artist & a lyricist who is incredibly well-rounded imo, & her lyrics strike me for their depth & emotion as much as for their playfulness & artfulness. also please don’t tell me everything that Amanda Palmer has done wrong in her life because chances are I already know
    • Want It Back (BANG ringy ring and you think you’re gonna get some / -thing you can bring to a party at your wake / not thinking of the thing that you give back when you take it) [warning for nudity in the music video]
    • Ampersand (i have wasted years of my life / agonizing about the fires / i started when i thought that to be strong you must be flame-retardant)
    • The Mouse and the Model (nothing is certain at this time of day / you could reverberate, you could decay)
  • Charlotte Martin–there is something decidedly playful about much of Charlotte’s songwriting & instrumentation, and also something decidedly underlyingly strong. her lyrics are powerful, vulnerable, and imaginative, and they flow beautifully. 
    • Volcano (Who said this was logical? Probably me / Thought I was methodical with my gripped gloves)
    • Drip (Jawbone clenched / A little drip drip drench / Some more attention, honey / Put your hand on my hand)
    • Veins (The catacombs / And revolving doors inside of my brain)
  • Fiona Apple–what can I even say. Fiona’s lyrics are gorgeous. they’re ecstatic. they’re defiant. they’re maudlin. they’re wild. they’re absurd. they’re sweet. they’re heavily relatable. emotion is always primary in her songwriting, and her phrasing and imagery all flows back to that in simple but often very clever ways. her writing contends with fragility and comes out stronger for it. her rhyming is frequently inventive & original, which is always an absolute delight to me as there are only so many times that I can hear “fly” rhymed with “sky.”
  • PJ Harvey–PJ Harvey is adept at delivering lines that are very syntactically and lexically simple and yet have huge emotional impact due to the implications that they have within the logic that she’s crafted for each song. the imagery is generally sparing but always cutting.
    • Happy and Bleeding (So fruit flower myself inside out / I’m happy and bleeding for you)
    • Water (Now the water to my ankles / Now the water to my knees / Think of him, all waxy wings / Melted down into the sea)
    • Sheela Na Gig (He said wash your breasts / I don’t want to be unclean)

anonymous asked:

Dear Caretaker, I am having trouble with my magic, I am having a hard time finding meaning in my messages and I was hoping for guidance, I offer a clear view of the sky at midnight beside a bonfire, the sounds of water running, and crickets


All of the Time
Alex Chilton
All of the Time

Alex Chilton - All Of The Time (1975?)

You know kids, once upon a time finding music was not quite so simple. You really had to search. I’d gotten a hold of Big Star’s Sister Lovers, but it was difficult to find anything else. I mean anything. As I mentioned in an earlier post, someone had given me Like Flies on Sherberton cassette, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Then, to confuse me even more, I found Bach’s Bottom (title a play on Box Tops). It was less an album than a collection with some demos, studio jams, etc. There were several songs which were unlistenable (Summertime Blues/I’m So Tired/Oh Baby I’m Free), but as with Flies, there were several really good songs. This particular one wouldn’t have sounded out of place on Radio City.

You know I shake like static, on a late night TV

listening to centuries again for the first time in a long while.. if was the song that introduced me to them– for how overplayed it is and virtually unlistenable it is now.. its such a good song. specialest place in Me heart 💛

anonymous asked:

haim r unlistenable tho... like their songs... their vibe... terrible depressing headache inducing

i’m telling the LA lesbians you said this. you’re gonna get SNIPED

Several jaw-droppingly beautiful photos of one of Coil’s greatest and most underrated gigs, the 2004-07-25 Ocean Club, London, UK show. Only two AUD have surfaced - one riddled with cuts and incomplete, the other complete but almost unlistenable. There does exist a SBD recording or possibly another AUD, but only “Broccoli” from this source has surfaced. There’s only no video of this gig, making it the only “Black Antlers” show without a video.

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2thehonest1  asked:

Nr. 33, Byeler 'cause they would be cuuute 😊😍🙈💕

“Ways You Said I Love You” Prompt #33: On a Post-It Note 

Dear @2thehonest1: Thank you for the prompt! I absolutely love your blogs! This is my first ever Byeler fic, so here’s hoping for the best. 

When Mike Wheeler wakes up on Saturday morning, sunlight streaming into his bedroom through open curtains, he wastes no time in getting out of bed and hurriedly brushing his teeth before bounding down to the kitchen. He hastily gulps down a glass of orange juice and grabs three pieces of French toast, warm and dusted with cinnamon, from the platter on the counter, cramming them into his mouth and barely bothering to chew.

“Michael,” his mother’s voice betrays a hint of irritation, “Why don’t you sit down and join us?” Mike glances at his parents, noticing them sitting across from each other at the kitchen table for the first time since he entered the room, and shakes his head.  

“Loz a’ home-erk,” Mike mumbles through a mouth full of bread. With a sigh, Karen shakes her head and warns him not to choke, though her words fall on unlistening ears as Mike bustles out of the kitchen and down to the basement. Flopping onto the couch, Mike brushes a few stray crumbs from his striped t-shirt and looks over at the thick brown document case propped up on the pillow beside him. He reflects on the important, yet daunting, task contained within that case, delivered to him yesterday over lunch.

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Dusk Between the Blinks


Dan was in an abusive relationship. Upon finding Phil, who’s currently in one like Dan used to be, he wants to help… but maybe he needs some for himself before he can offer it to others.

Word Count: exactly 4,000. i am (softly, but with feeling) so proud

Genre: primarily angst, some fluff

Warnings: domestic violence, abusive relationships, mental illness (nothing specific is named), swearing, bruises, blood

on ao3 here

The boy with brown hair is late to class, and yet – he stops for coffee. Because, Dan thinks to himself, this is what he does: he wakes up late, stops for coffee, and goes to class.

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Comatose - Steve Rodgers x Reader

You walked into the office building on the phone.

Be safe, okay?” the voice on the other end said. You laughed lightly at your worried friend.

“Steve, I’m a corporate lawyer. The most dangerous things in my office are the shoes I have to wear for my meeting this afternoon, they’re horribly uncomfortable. In other words, I will be fine. I’ll talk to you later,” you said. Then there was a flash of light and head, accompanied by a searing pain. You screamed, collapsing to the ground. Many other screams and shouts went up around you. Your phone slid across the smooth floor, and Steve’s voice rang out to unlistening ears.

Y/N, what was that? Y/N? Y/N!


A beeping sound was the first thing you heard. It was a steady rhythm in the darkness. Then you could feel the pain. With a sharp gasp, you bolted upright and opened your eyes. Everything was so bright. The room was crisp white with opened windows, and the smell of disinfectant hung in the air. Your mouth and throat felt dry and sore. Looking down at yourself, you see that you’re practically drowning in gauze and bandages. A man pokes his head into the room and looks at you with wide eyes.

“They’re awake,” he calls back out into the hallway before walking over to your bedside. You looked at him with a confused expression.

“Hello, Y/N. My name is Devon, I’m a nurse. Can you recall what happened to you?” he asked. You shook your head. He frowned slightly before explaining the situation.

“You were caught in the blast of a bomb set in your office building. You were inflicted with very severe burns, as well as a concussion from then the explosion knocked you to the ground. You have been in a comatose state for the past two months,” he said slowly. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open.

“Two months?” you asked, shock evident in your voice. Devon nodded his confirmation.

“Do you need anything? Some food or water?” he offered. You nodded.

“Water would be nice,” you say, the words quiet and hoarse. He left the room, returning a minute later with a cup of ice water. You gratefully took it, the cold liquid soothing your sore throat. Devon showed you the assistance button next to your bed, telling you to just press it if you needed anything. After a moment of quiet, just you and your thoughts, Steve ran into the room.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he hugged you gently.

“Hey, Cap,” you reply. When he let go, you noted the tears in his eyes.

“Don’t cry, Steve. I’m awake, it’s okay now,” you offer. More tears start sliding down his cheeks. He shook his head almost violently.
“No, Y/N, it’s not okay. I heard the blast, and the screaming, and I got there as fast as I could… people died, Y/N, and I thought you might have been one of them! I thought you were dead,” he sobbed. You felt your own eyes prickle with tears. You had never seen Steve like this, and it physically pained you to see him so hurt. You held out your bandaged arms, and he hugged you again.

“Then you were taken to the hospital, you were comatose, and every single day I worried that I would wake up and you would be gone. I’ve lost so many people I love, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do if I had lost you, too…” You pulled away from him, your face softening.

“You… You love me?” you ask softly. He nods, wiping the last of the tears from his eyes. You grin. 

“Oh, come here.” You pull him into your embrace, kissing him on the cheek. He smiles widely. Maybe things were going to be fine after all.