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extemporally) wrote2009-05-02 05:50 pm
extemporally) wrote2009-05-02 05:50 pm
everybody here is a cloud ~
Hi, guys! Have a cool link:
Imagining the Tenth Dimension
Whoa, mindblowing.
And some songs (and stories!):
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Epic Last Song
There's a boy, and a girl. She bites her nails and has long blonde hair and reads sad books with painful endings, and makes herself cry at night by whispering sad words to herself in bed, curled up on her side.
They see each other at an entrance and stop, surprised. From where they are they can still hear the distant roar of the band and the way it emphasises the silence. They share a cigarette, huddled together on the steps. She covers her mouth when she laughs. Astounded at his own bravado, he leans over to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. Her dress rustles in the still, grey night. They might never meet again for the rest of their lives. She thinks it's all right, because when they move apart she will carry this memory with her, cradle it to her chest. He thinks he can taste her mouth just as well when she laughs.
The Wave Pictures - Kiss Me
(This song only has three chords on the ukelele!)
They meet again a few years later, in summer vacation. She's walking along along the boardwalk at a seaside town she came to alone, and someone's playing a song on his ukelele that makes her stop, and listen. After an awkward recognition they laugh, and he stutters. They agree to meet for dinner and she tosses him a quarter, trying to be suave. He stumbles to catch it. She strides off as fast as she can in her flip-flops, rounds the corner just in time to catch the last vital chords of the song coming to a close in a place where she can smile to herself and tremble with glee.
Later, he will tug at his forelock and tell her he wrote the song about someone else. She tells him she knows it already; secretly she will wish that song was about them. Maybe it is anyway. The lyrics tell her one story and the melody another.
Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success
She's a quiet and sensitive aesthete. She spent her last days in school of getting out, and now she's out, and she's like a convict stumbling around in the dust, blinking at the sunlight. She travels all over, hoping to meet new people (come, new people, come meet me!) but nothing's really changed, has it, here the locals look at her and think she's just another tourist, and really she's just another tourist. In the afternoon she goes to a cafe and asks for coffee but the waiter misunderstands and inexplicably brings her pea soup.
She writes in her journal and thinks of times past and thinks, what the fuck were you thinking, what are you doing? All her life she's been looking forward to things and pushing ahead - always tired, always spent, always looking to the horizon.
Immaculate Machine - Dear Confessor
It's the summer vacation and college, and it's far enough into it that the kids, they're learning not to call themselves seniors, but haven't gotten used to college freshmen, either. They are just - people. There is a roadtrip, where they don't go anywhere with any set plan in mind, just as long as they blow this town, just as long as they don't cross state boundaries. For once it's a sunny day and the hood's down, on a car full of people full of pep. When they hit the road for real a pop song from their shared past comes on and they all bop to it. She who's driving taps her knuckles on the steering wheel. They have to stop for dinner, but here the road is straight and wide, they're passing unfamiliar fields where the sun lights and shines off long stalks. The grass on this side is green enough for now.
Nicholas Hollander - Pieces of Dreams
Because I am very lazy, this video says it all:
Cloud Cult - Hurricane And Fire Survival Guide
This is a fight song, she thinks, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her wrists. It is a fight song for the quiet and meek, the plain and the obsolete. It is a fight song for those with unexpressed depths and those who might just, one day, snap. Then she changes her mind, and shoves her sleeves above her elbows. This is a fight song for those who some days feel so heavy they feel they might sink under the weight of everything, their heads melting into their shoulders. It is a reassuring thing, to be told they won't go down, down down, but will rise up above it to eat pure air.
Also. Since there seem to be some recent and not-so recent additions to my flist (hi, all of you!), would anyone be interested in an introductory post? Let me know!
Imagining the Tenth Dimension
Whoa, mindblowing.
And some songs (and stories!):
Does It Offend You, Yeah? - Epic Last Song
There's a boy, and a girl. She bites her nails and has long blonde hair and reads sad books with painful endings, and makes herself cry at night by whispering sad words to herself in bed, curled up on her side.
They see each other at an entrance and stop, surprised. From where they are they can still hear the distant roar of the band and the way it emphasises the silence. They share a cigarette, huddled together on the steps. She covers her mouth when she laughs. Astounded at his own bravado, he leans over to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. Her dress rustles in the still, grey night. They might never meet again for the rest of their lives. She thinks it's all right, because when they move apart she will carry this memory with her, cradle it to her chest. He thinks he can taste her mouth just as well when she laughs.
I say baby, babe I've loved you a long time
I try harder just to know you're all mine
I say baby, babe I've loved you a long time
I go happy knowing that you're alright
The Wave Pictures - Kiss Me
(This song only has three chords on the ukelele!)
They meet again a few years later, in summer vacation. She's walking along along the boardwalk at a seaside town she came to alone, and someone's playing a song on his ukelele that makes her stop, and listen. After an awkward recognition they laugh, and he stutters. They agree to meet for dinner and she tosses him a quarter, trying to be suave. He stumbles to catch it. She strides off as fast as she can in her flip-flops, rounds the corner just in time to catch the last vital chords of the song coming to a close in a place where she can smile to herself and tremble with glee.
Later, he will tug at his forelock and tell her he wrote the song about someone else. She tells him she knows it already; secretly she will wish that song was about them. Maybe it is anyway. The lyrics tell her one story and the melody another.
And now I'm going to the country, to paint my mailbox blue
I'm not going to paint myself on you
Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success
She's a quiet and sensitive aesthete. She spent her last days in school of getting out, and now she's out, and she's like a convict stumbling around in the dust, blinking at the sunlight. She travels all over, hoping to meet new people (come, new people, come meet me!) but nothing's really changed, has it, here the locals look at her and think she's just another tourist, and really she's just another tourist. In the afternoon she goes to a cafe and asks for coffee but the waiter misunderstands and inexplicably brings her pea soup.
She writes in her journal and thinks of times past and thinks, what the fuck were you thinking, what are you doing? All her life she's been looking forward to things and pushing ahead - always tired, always spent, always looking to the horizon.
I've had it with you
And Mexico can fucking wait
And all of those french films about trains
Cause i'm not scared
But I'd like some extra spare time
I'm not scared
But the bills keep changing colors
Immaculate Machine - Dear Confessor
It's the summer vacation and college, and it's far enough into it that the kids, they're learning not to call themselves seniors, but haven't gotten used to college freshmen, either. They are just - people. There is a roadtrip, where they don't go anywhere with any set plan in mind, just as long as they blow this town, just as long as they don't cross state boundaries. For once it's a sunny day and the hood's down, on a car full of people full of pep. When they hit the road for real a pop song from their shared past comes on and they all bop to it. She who's driving taps her knuckles on the steering wheel. They have to stop for dinner, but here the road is straight and wide, they're passing unfamiliar fields where the sun lights and shines off long stalks. The grass on this side is green enough for now.
Maps won't show us where we're going
All they are is just the boring facts - relax!
Maps won't show us where we're going
Winding lines and abstract drawings
Nicholas Hollander - Pieces of Dreams
Because I am very lazy, this video says it all:
Race for a dream like the clouds in the sky
Oh be a trapeze getting ready to fly-ly-ly-ly
Oh, be free!
Rush for a dream like a moth brushes fire
Run for your hopes way above the high water
Cloud Cult - Hurricane And Fire Survival Guide
This is a fight song, she thinks, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her wrists. It is a fight song for the quiet and meek, the plain and the obsolete. It is a fight song for those with unexpressed depths and those who might just, one day, snap. Then she changes her mind, and shoves her sleeves above her elbows. This is a fight song for those who some days feel so heavy they feel they might sink under the weight of everything, their heads melting into their shoulders. It is a reassuring thing, to be told they won't go down, down down, but will rise up above it to eat pure air.
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'll laugh my whole way through the hurricanes and fire
That's why you don't wanna bring me down
That's why you don't wanna bring me down, down, down
Also. Since there seem to be some recent and not-so recent additions to my flist (hi, all of you!), would anyone be interested in an introductory post? Let me know!