Deathbed Existentialism

This is a representation of the meandering melange that is my mind.
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32 plays
Palma Violets,
180

Best of Friends by Palma Violets off the album 180

Currently on heavy rotation in my life’s playlist

I see Alaina in the distance
shouting out a word,
oh she runs through persistence
oh her mind is so absurd

Oh love 
Oh lord 

Jumping Janet to the end!
I wanna be your friend

I wanna be your best friend,
I don’ t want you to be my girl
I wanna be your best friend,
I don’ t want you to be myyyyy

I see a witness windy 
with her short hair and her pistol boots
oh man she always ready to take that line and finaly shoot!

Oh love 
Oh lord 

Jumping Janet to the end, I wanna be your friend………..

19 plays
Disturbed,
The Sickness

Voices by Disturbed from the album The Sickness

A great song off of a decent album. I loved this album and the band. However, I lost interest because all of their songs started to sound the same. This is still my favourite. My favourite part of the song is the little ride pattern the drummer plays during the chorus.

So, are you breathing
No, no
Are you breathing
So, are you breathing
No

[x2]
Wake up, are you alive
Will you listen to me
I’m gonna talk about some freaky shit now
Someone is gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, Let the living die
(say)

[Chorus:]
Are you breathing, no?
Do the wicked see you?
You still breathing?
You’re making me known
Are you breathing, no?
Do the wicked see you?
You still breathing?

[x2]
What’s up? I wonder why?
Do you listen to me?
I’m gonna make you do some freaky shit now
Insane, you’re gonna die
When you listen to me
Let the living die, let the living die
(say)

[Chorus]

Can’t you imagine how good going through this will make you feel?
I promise, no one will ever know
There will be no chance of you getting caught
They never loved you anyway
So come on, be a man
And do what you are compelled to do Save Me God, God [x10]

I can hear the voice But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need To be one with the voice
And make everything alright
I can hear the voice But I don’t want to listen
Strap me down and tell me I’ll be alright
I can feel the subliminal need To be one with the voice
And make everything alright

[Chorus]

So, are you breathing? So, do you breathe no, no?
So, are you breathing? So, do you breathe no?

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Henrik B, Niklas Gustavsson & Peter JohanssonHenrik B, Niklas Gustavsson & Peter Johansson,
Echoes - Single

Echoes-(Radio Edit) by Henrik B, Niklas Gustavsson, Peter Johansson off the single Echoes

Normally, I’m not a big fan of this type of music, nor am I a fan of sampling. However, this is a major exception.

49 plays
Donald Fagen,
The Nightfly

This is for one of my most favourite Tumblr followers who apparently had quite a shitty day!

Standing tough under stars and stripes 
We can tell 
This dream’s in sight 
You’ve got to admit it 
At this point in time that it’s clear 
The future looks bright 
On that train all graphite and glitter 
Undersea by rail 
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris 
Well by seventy-six we’ll be A.O.K. 

What a beautiful world this will be 
What a glorious time to be free 

Get your ticket to that wheel in space 
While there’s time 
The fix is in 
You’ll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky 
You know we’ve got to win 
Here at home we’ll play in the city 
Powered by the sun 
Perfect weather for a streamlined world 
There’ll be spandex jackets one for everyone 

What a beautiful world this will be 
What a glorious time to be free 

On that train all graphite and glitter 
Undersea by rail 
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris 
(More leisure for artists everywhere) 
A just machine to make big decisions 
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision 
We’ll be clean when their work is done 
We’ll be eternally free yes and eternally young 

What a beautiful world this will be 
What a glorious time to be free

63 plays
Rush,
Hold Your Fire

Time Stand Still by Rush from their album Hold Your Fire.

When I was younger, this was one of my favourite songs. It reminded me to take time to savor life and live in the moment. I have a habit of living either in the past, the future or both. Because, before I know it, I’ll be an old man full of regret. And I don’t want that for myself. Today, I still live in the past, the future or both. However, I have learned to just enjoy those brief moments when I permit myself to do so. .

I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again.
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening with a drink and a friend

I let my skin get too thin
I’d like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim
Who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end

(Time stand still)
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time Stands still 
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away

Time Stands still

I turn my face to the sun
I Close my eyes
Let my defenses down
All those wounds that I can’t get unwound

I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain, whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide comes around

(Time stand still)
I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
(Time stand still)
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Freeze this moment a little bit longer

MAKE EACH SENSATION A LITTLE BIT STRONGER

Make each impression, a little bit stronger
Freeze this motion a little bit longer
The innocence slips away
The innocence slips away…

Time stands still
Time stands still

I’m not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people and the places that surround me now
Time stands still

Summer’s going fast, nights growing colder
Children growing up, old friends growing older
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips away
Experience slips away…
The innocence slips away.

41 plays
Delta Spirit,
Delta Spirit

California by Delta Spirit from their eponymous album Delta Spirit

I want you to move to California for yourself,
I want you to find whatever your heart needs,
I want you to move to California for yourself, but not for me.

I want you to go out there and find somebody else,
I want him to treat you like I know he should,
I want you to find somebody new for yourself, if not for me.

All of the feelings that I know you never felt,
and all of the simple words you never said,
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself, they’re not for me.

I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms,
I want you to hide yourself from all I see,
and though my heart will fight until its dying breath, you’re not for me.

I want you to move to California for yourself,
I want you to find whatever your heart needs,
I want you to move to California for yourself, but not for me.



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Golden Gate Bridge from the north.

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Never confuse a single failure for a final defeat.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via thatkindofwoman)

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30 plays
Immortal Technique,
Other

Land of The Gun by Immortal Technique from the album Portable Immortal

[James Nichols from Bowling for Columbine]
Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that
were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically
shaking, scared to death. Because certain people, said I’m a radical
I’m a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything
I’ll shoot you. If the people find out how they’ve been
ripped off, and enslaved, they will revolt with the blood
running in the streets.

Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway
Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way
Whether we deliverin’ high grade
To the people in the pit of the tri-state
Or dabble in the hood like fly weights
Lock and load in the range with rock the globe
Made any aim possible
Til the leadbelly lost control
In the hold of the paper that fold
At one time was related to gold
Made many men lose their soul
To the price of the dice that roll
How can a light so bright make a man so cold?
So another man’s plans unfold
Can you really see the truth til it happens to you
Its so severe what the hopeless will do

Ain’t no pickin’ your position to beginning your life
Not every man want to stand by his kids and his wife
Too many lost kids in the night
Hand on heat, grippin’ it tight
Any man want beef could get it right
Followed by enough flame to put a permanent end
To the learning of men
Class session, too many the blast the last lesson
Often taught like the wars that are often fought
As old as mankind
Now outta his damn mind
Stand on the gunpowder landmine
Ready to blow at any second
I’m checking for the signs of the end
Of all-time, I figure its on time, my last thoughts forming the rhyme

Got me running through the streets
That reek of the dead, its more food to the wealthy
My niggaz on welfare, nobody givin’ up healthcare
Nothing but heat, how you gonna tell me it ain’t hell here?
George Bush having a swell year
Swingin’ the gat, ready to clap, anything on the map
You done seen what they bring to Iraq
Now bring it back to the source, land of the physical force
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun!

This is the place where the cops rush in the building
Paramilitary death squads murder your children
Empty shell of a man rippin’ shots in the air
Soldiers dying out there, but nobody cares
Prepare for the future but make note of the past
Or be condemned to live it again and get blast
Class warfare kept outta the news
Replaced by a corporation’s political views
Cause this is where the guns are manufactured and sold
The land that was stolen stripped of all of its gold
Old timers on the death bed speakin’ the wisdom
Immigrants crucified by conservative Christians
Now we all got freedom to die in the street
But the difference is more of us die in a week
Than they die in a year I made it clear
Where I stand when the line is drawn
But now the line is gone
And nigga anything goes
The land where the guns don’t let anything grow
And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell
You not built like me you never lived in a cell
You never gambled with your soul
Fuck the ice on your hand, gun in your palm
But you got a niggaz life in your hand
Young man, just remember that slicing a gram
Is a bloody game, like throwin’ mice in a fan
My words flow like the rivers thats west of Iran
The fertile crescent moon, with the star in the middle
I reveal the depth of history’s scars when I scribble
I gave you the world, and I ain’t even charged you a little
The martyr is crippled
The prophets are dead and buried, but the message is simple
And its not written down in holy books as a riddle

Now we running through the streets, starvin’
On that guerilla warfare
My people stuck in a guerilla warfare
Innocent children screamin’ in tears
You actin’ like the army ain’t put hell here
Military industry havin’ a swell year
Swinging a gat while lying in heaven
Living off a blank check after 9/11
But I’m have the truth brought back to the source
Fight for my land with physical force
Speak through music, the subliminal course
I need a tech and a clip, fuck a jag and a Porsche
Land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun, land of the gun

We must live with the consequences of our decisions. Even if it hurts.

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