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Fun with my new ipod
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Me at my house. Having fun on the piano.
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Buddha art
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Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra) - official video (by gotyemusic)
“Somebody That I Used To Know”
(feat. Kimbra)[Gotye:]
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and now we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
[Kimbra:]
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
[Gotye:]
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and now we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
And you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
[x2]
Somebody
(I used to know)
Somebody
(Now you’re just somebody that I used to know)
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
Somebody -
I want to chat!!!! talk to me.
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– (via loveatpsychedelicvelocity)Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run … but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant… .
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket … booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) … but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that… .
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda… . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning… .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave… .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
- “The Wave Speech” from Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
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(via greenshayne)
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i have skype and would love a cool pen pal to chat with
sooooo hit me you guys
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I like you, and I’d like you to like me to like you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to want me to like you
Because if you didn’t like me
I would still like you, you see
La la la
La la la
I lick you, I like you to like me to lick you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to like me to lick you
If your pleasure turned into pain
I would still lick for my personal gain
La la la
La la la
I fuck you, and I love you to love me to fuck you
But I don’t fucking need you
Don’t need you to need me to fuck you
If you need me to need you to fuck
That fucks everything up
La la la
La la la
I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to need you
That’s just me
So take me or leave me
But please don’t need me
Don’t need me to need you to need me
Cos we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
Enough said
I want you, but I don’t need you
La la la
La la la
I love you, and I love how you love how I love you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to love me to love you
If your love changed into hate
Would my love have been a mistake?
La la la
La la la
So I’m gonna leave you, and I’d like you to leave me to leave you
But lover believe me, it isn’t because I don’t need you (you know I don’t need you)
All I wanted was to be wanted
But you’re drowning me deep in your need to be needed
La la la
La la la la la la la la la
I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don’t need you
Don’t need you to need me to need you
That’s just me
So take me or leave me
But please don’t need me
Don’t need me to need you to need me
Cos we’re here one minute, the next we’re dead
So love me and leave me
But try not to need me
Enough said
I want you, but I don’t need you -
The man from the north enters the tube
Wriggles his way to the perspex cube
The man from the south dissolves in his mouth
A lozenge of Sempreverde
The man from the north and the man from the south
One by the brain, one by the mouth
Climb through the tube into the cube
Of the perspex Japanese garden
And in the pines a tiny sun shines
Birds small as insects fly through the air
The panda unzips the skin of a pig
Flops himself down in the garden
Fiddle me blank, fiddle me blind
All the young girls fiddle their minds
Jilly and Debbie and everyone’s here
All for the Sempreverde
Giants and fairies and strange effigies
Sacred and artificial trees
Dragons and serpents and fish and birds
In the perspex Japanese garden
Otto the rich, Otto the poor
Spilling the stuff on the party floor
The past is so sad, the present is worse
Thank heaven we haven’t a future
The world fills with trash and Eskimo ash
Clouds of white gas floating in from the past
Crawl to the cashpoint, bring me the cash
And I’ll get you the Sempreverde
I said ‘I’m going to rape you’
She said okay
I said ‘Don’t say okay because then it’s not rape’
She said ‘Okay, I won’t say okay’
On two tabs of SempreverdeEvergreen Sempreverde
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over and over (by anch0rs-)
(via langste)
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GROUPLOVE ‘Colours’ [OFFICIAL VIDEO] (by grouplovemusic)
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(via noellystyle)
