Do You Know How I Could Possibly Cleanse My Space? I'm Planning To Redecorate My Room, But Not Until

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Musical vibes

Jack Stauber’s full albums: Night drive music or abstract tunes that make you feel like you’re floating. Jack Stauber’s unextended Micropop songs: Vaguely familiar childhood memory. Jack Stauber’s extended Micropop songs: A combination of the previous two. Lemon Demon: If you took the general feel of the songs from Phineas and Ferb and then made it mad scientist rock perfect for listening to while violating the laws of nature. I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: A demon of the arts tormenting an immoral and backstabbing rock star for his hubris. The Oh Hellos: You ate a plant that looked pretty and now suddenly you’re in golden fields in a high fantasy world as two extradimensional bards narrate your tales. Cosmo Sheldrake: You ate a plant that looked pretty and ended up in a dreamland where a spirit is guiding you without explicit care for your safety and only a focus on making sure you follow the letter of the land’s laws. Superorganism: I have no clue how it happened but liquid got turned into music and I’m not complaining. Porter Robinson(in Worlds and past it): Someone assembled a bunch of corrupted files of human memories back into an understandable form as songs. (Madeon but less happy) Madeon: The sun and fast moving winds. Like if high fantasy was modernized to the 21st century. (Porter Robinson but less sad) Miracle Musical: Fell into a box of old film reels and now you’re in a nightmare that you aren’t scared of, until you reach The Mind Electric and you are absolutely 100% horrified. Lemaitre: If Porter Robinson made pop and was more than one person. (also tfw you’re a band from norway with a french name and song lyrics in english. mr. worldwide) Half Alive: AJR but orange and less memory based. AJR: Half Alive but brown and less abstract. Caravan Palace prior to Chronologic: The mafia is pissed at you(or you ARE the mafia?) and nobody speaks in full sentences. Caravan Palace after Chronologic: Somebody dipped my electro swing band in a new coat of paint. Cavetown: Not everybody has a guitar and experience with writing good lyrics so somebody’s gotta be the one to say what everybody wants to communicate if only they could make music. Glass Animals in ZABA: Forest spirit teaches you about the wilderness until you piss him off bigtime and and he chases you out. Glass Animals in How To Be A Human Being: Who gave the forest spirit access to the personal lives of several troubled people and WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT TO BE SO ON-POINT WITH HIS TAKES ON THEM???

for sure going to do that tho

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It’s Not Over

I think of you at night, and when hearses drive by Their trembling vibrato cracking over the uneven pavement Like the wavering voice of a gloomy love song I see you in those mournful processions People marching with memories round their necks A hanging noose dragging like an unheld leash Oh I think of you Your absence filling my head Like the lungs of the drowned fill with water

Don’t tell me I’m too young to get it Like the words I’m speaking are just braids of sounds Devoid of meaning Of course, they’ll never be enough to make you stay Nothing I could try would keep the feeling from going sour The loss from setting in But even if you walk, it’s not over Listen, won’t you It’s not over till I say it is And my mouth is stitched closed As in those grinding dreams where I lose all my teeth I can’t say I won’t say I choke on these same words It’s not over

Oh love, oh lover It was good once, it was pure Till I asked for too much Till I went and ruined it all with my monstrous hunger You’re right that I’m too young Just a kid who demands and takes but never gives Only pitiful tokens Noodle necklaces and cardboard flowers Finger paintings, where my touch still clings to your skin My heart on a platter Those poor childish offerings

I’m orphaned without you Orphaned and unhinged But even if you’re gone, it’s not over Listen, I beg of you It’s not over even as I’m on my knees Even as I’m half a person Small enough to fit in your shadow Perhaps you’re right Perhaps I’m too young I could cry and embrace your legs Cry like children do, When they still believe that tears Can turn on the light and make people come back

But perhaps I’m too old Perhaps I’m too tired And I can no longer rest my head on you In the curve of your shoulder Oh love, you should have come over

Inspired by Lover You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley, as requested by @samaya11 

you’re sat in the library, there are thousands of leather-bound books surrounding you. it’s late enough that most people have already left but early enough that you’re still only on your first coffee. you’re reading an academic text on a topic you’re really interested in. you’re feeling motivated for the night ahead of you.

I’m a background character in everyone’s life. I’m not important to anyone. I don’t even matter.

so i was reading on the road by jack kerouac i saw this quote 

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

and immediately thought of northern downpour by ryan ross

“Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don’t you go down You are at the top of my lungs Drawn to the ones who never yawn”

i mean at least i didn’t notice this before

coincidence sir? i think not.

we all know ryan always does this (like rimbaud’s “we must reinvent love” quote) he’s great

ryan ross is a fucking genius and the master of references

If only I had the balls to actually end it all