The Young Kid's Got My Name
ignore your responsibilites and fantasize about older men
Fancy Claps - Wolf ParadeWe can sing
Two cracks in the crossbeams
We can sing
Very, very quietly
We can sing
We can sing for each other
You Are A Runner And I Am My Father’s Son- Wolf Parade
your blood | your bones
your voice | and your ghost
(because nobody knows you & nobody gives a damn either way)
Olympic Airways - Foals
This is our warning shot, your final call
An empty maw or gurning hearts, hollowed crowns
And all I see is marching bands
Marching bands which never rest in broken stands
Butcherbirds with useless throats
We’re not safe of dying kings with plastic knives
The French Open - Foals
don’t take him so seriously
his first language is bullshit, and for all we know he’s giving us lyric snippets for the next album. Didn’t he say the other night that he wanted to get back in the studio and record again?
or he could be drunk and is actually a little sad. I don’t know.
Fangirls can turn anything into art
They’ll use every excuse
I like Yannis. I do. But he’s got an ego and likes the smell of his own farts just a little too much. I can smell bullshit a mile away. You’re in too deep.
when did it 4:30?
The art of “no.” « CaptainAwkward.com (via ethiopienne)