Albert Street, opposite King George Square. A call from a still voice in the hurried crowd.
“Got a couple of dollars for a feed, mate?”
“Whaddaya wanna eat?”
“Hungry Jack’s? Chicken Stunner Meal, is that too much?”
“Let’s go.”
We walk.
“You on the streets, mate?”
“Not quite. At a refuge.”
—Crystalline
We already saw Björk driving a car whilst listening to her forthcoming single Crystalline, but here is a better quality snippet of that new song. The single should be out later this month (June 30, apparently); can’t wait to hear this in full.
UPDATEAudio replaced with the full song. Björk reclaims whatever throne she used to have.
Two words. Just two:
SHIT
YES
I can’t. I just can’t.
(Source: juanalikesmusic)
—I am the Doctor
JUST CLICK PLAY.
I AM DYING OF THE EPICNESS.
Whovians just click it
Epic score. I love the 7/4 section in the middle, it works really well. Try and spot it.
(Source: thatartybro, via bellamyslegs)
WHEN SO-CALLED “MUSIC FANS” DON’T LIKE BECK.
Beck + Community = instant reblog. But yes, it doesn’t make much sense when people say that. He’s one of the best artists alive.
But then again, when am I not? Seriously, they’re the perfect “anything” music. Always appropriate for any mood.
Daniel Radcliffe at the 2011 Tony Awards, doing a piece with the cast of How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying. As if I needed more reasons to love him.
God, I think the ovaries I don’t have just imploded.
Holy SHIT.
That was the most amazingly choreographed thing I’ve ever seen.
Holy SHIT.
Two Doves // Dirty Projectors
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This song has some of my favourite lyrics:
Geranium killer
Throat of soil and mind like stone
Please don’t defend a silver lining
Around the halo of what is already shining
When all the planets are aligning
For an afternoon that’s never ending
Call on me, call on me, call on me
#SWAG
(Source: fuckyeahstvincent)
