I see Merced! That’s my town. :3
Frank Ocean “White”
looooooooooooooove this i hope there’s a pt.2
I’ve dreamt of storms, I’ve dreamt of sound
I’ve dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
I’ve slept in the darkness, it was lonely, and it was silent
What is this love? I don’t feel the same
1. My top ten favourite bands:
2. My top ten favourite albums:
3. My top ten favourite songs:
4. Top ten most attractive musicians in my opinion (dead or alive):
5. Do I listen to mp3s/cds/cassettes/vinyl:
6. Most overrated bands:
7. Most underrated bands:
8. A guilty pleasure:
9. The first band I really liked:
10. The first album I bought with my own money:
11. What bands my parents got me into:
12. Bands I have seen live:
13. Bands I want to see live:
14. My favourite film soundtrack:
15. What song am I listening to right now:
16. Last album I bought:
17. A song I dislike from my favourite band:
18. A band I used to love but now hate:
19. Least favourite bands:
20. An unpopular opinion about music:ask me shit because i’m an asshole
Piazza, New York Catcher- Belle and Sebastian
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll sail around the world
I will be your Ferdinand and you my wayward girl
How many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?
How many nights of limping around on pagan holidays?
Oh, elope with me in private and we’ll set something ablaze
A trail for the devil to erase
San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?
We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay
We hung about the Tenderloin and tenderly you tell
About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry
The statue’s crying too and well he may
I love you, I’ve a drowning grip on your adoring face
I love you, my responsibility has found a place beside you
And strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
“You’ll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job”
Maybe, but not what she deserves
Elope with me, Miss Private, and we’ll drink ourselves awake
We’ll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
We’ll comment on the decor and we’ll help the passer by
And at dusk when work is over we’ll continue the debate
In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
He knows the drink affects his speed, he’s praying for
a doorway
Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
Life outside the diamond is a wrench
I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
I know it wouldn’t come to love, my heroine pretend
A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
You’d settle for an epitaph like “Walk Away, Renee”
The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like
a flower
Meet you at the statue in an hour
Meet you at the statue in an hour
I like to make things
and omg Taco isn’t on this because wouldn’t it look kinda awkward if there was one more block, he’s not a rapper
Jasper also isn’t on here. Neither is Lucas or Lego. Chill out.
Shit Steve Harvey Says
I am not a fan of Steve Harvey (I think it all started when he came out with the BS book “Think Like A Man”), but this don’t hurt to further justify my disdain.
Tyler the Creator was right, fuck Steve Harvey.











