| Up With The Morning |
[25 Sep 2009|08:31am] |
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Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson - Shampoo |
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Last thing I remember, things were getting better.
This journal seems dead.
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| Yesterday's Paper |
[18 Mar 2009|11:19pm] |
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unfolded |
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music |
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Mirah - Generosity |
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The track records of a mayfly ruin
always bleeding like a crying mother
for someone with a better history.
We're only as good as yesterday's paper.
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| Aladdin Sane |
[21 Jan 2009|01:14am] |
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mood |
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on to something |
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music |
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Juvulen - Don't Mess |
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Natiya as Bowie.
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| Not In The Room |
[19 Jan 2009|06:10pm] |
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mood |
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pale |
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music |
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Lisa Mitchell - Neopolitan Dreams |
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| 20/20 |
[06 Jan 2009|02:39am] |
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mood |
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unleveled |
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music |
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Kasper Bjørke - Doesn't Matter (Trentemøller Remix) |
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See it coming, the glass ceiling, that warm feeling. Strung out without a line, listless eager for the crime. Fleshy thoughts. Been too long as an expatriate. Too soon to be homegrown. Ask me. Tell me. I see it coming. The love is not gone. The love is not/still there. How do you fall in love again with a love that's always/never there. I laid it all before me and now it's set to random. Hindsight is blind. And Justice...
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| The 365th Day |
[31 Dec 2008|07:31pm] |
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LCD Soundsystem - New York I Love You, But You're Bringing Me Down |
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No lists. No resolutions. Just the very last day.
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| Proof |
[01 Dec 2008|12:15am] |
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mood |
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still waiting |
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music |
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Jessica Lea Mayfield - Call Me |
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I give up. You all win.
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| The Li |
[16 Nov 2008|08:39pm] |
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music |
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Friendly Fires - I'm Good, I'm Gone |
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Lykke Li | Music Hall of Williamsburg | October 20th, 2008
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| Uneven |
[16 Nov 2008|03:17pm] |
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mood |
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shaken |
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music |
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Anna Ternheim - Today Is A Good Day |
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| Road Rash |
[16 Oct 2008|08:16pm] |
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mood |
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solid |
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music |
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The Magic Numbers - Hymn For Her |
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It won't hurt to find love in the wrong place. I've been hurt before but all the scars have rearranged.
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| "I Won't Take You To The Farm Tomorrow." |
[02 Oct 2008|04:25pm] |
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Ólafur Arnalds - 1953 |
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"This world is arranged as it had to be if it were to be capable of continuing with great difficulty to exist; if it were a little worse, it would be no longer capable of continuing to exist. Consequently, since a worse world could not continue to exist, it is absolutely impossible; and so this world itself is the worst of all possible worlds."
Schopenhauer, The World as Will and Representation, II
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| B.S. |
[24 Sep 2008|08:39pm] |
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mood |
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hollow |
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music |
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Parenthetical Girls - The Former |
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Give me something more.
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| Sleeping Bear |
[21 Sep 2008|06:55pm] |
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mood |
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nonchalant |
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music |
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Seabear - Arms |
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I keep nearly tripping over invisible animals.
I keep nearly disappearing myself.
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| A Strong Word |
[18 Sep 2008|10:43pm] |
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mood |
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violent |
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music |
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White Hinterland - Calliope |
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You deserve a thousand fires, and the one still burning in my hands. I  you.
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| All Fires Have Burn Alive To Live |
[08 Sep 2008|01:06am] |
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mood |
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tanked |
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music |
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Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream |
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I'm a lover not a fighter.
Sometimes they are the same thing.
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| Come To This |
[02 Sep 2008|10:17am] |
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mood |
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 sad |
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music |
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André Herman Düne - Unravel |
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I've been there so many times before, right at the hem. Where this situation, this decision will change everything from now on, into the immediate future and the future beyond that. My fear spools around my organs. A sequential chain of small gestures and empirical mishappens, of planned and the unplanned, of chance and memory — it all garners into a mass not yet definable but all too tangible. Like rainwater collecting grit and debris. I'll regard any misstep, mull over each consequence, ask myself the question. The one question, in the form of a demand: 'Am I capable?'.
With overthinking I revert into the past. Not with a desire to change that was, but relive it's emotion. A ghost in the memory. My roots are showing. "The past is not dead. In fact, it's not even past."
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