Saturday, January 29, 2011

Shitty. I could only find the live version. This song is "Personal Space Invader" by Andrew Jackson Jihad off of the album People Who Can Eat People Are the Luckiest People in the World. The entire song is good, but the last part of the song is what really gets me every time.
Welcome to this world have as much fun as you would like
While helping others have as much fun as you’re having
Be kind to those you love
And be kind to those you don’t
But for God’s sake you gotta be kind
And respectful, because we’re all one soul
Be the best fucking human that you can be

Yeah, man! That's what life is all about! 

I have faith in my fellow man, and I only hope that he has faith in me.



  There are very few people in my life whom I can stand for more than a few hours. There are even fewer people that I can stand for more than a day. Today I'm going to talk about one such individual. I've been friends with this girl since junior year of high school. We started hanging out after her older sister and my older brother dated for a while. I've watched her grow up from a quiet neeeeeeerd to an outgoing and infinitely interesting individual. She has an amazing taste in music, she's an astounding artist, and she's also one of the most mature and level-headed people I've ever met (and she's only 17). Every time we hang out is the best time we hang out (we hang out A LOT). I always learn something from her about life or people whenever we hang out. Conversation is never stale with her, and there's always something fun to do with her, whether it's listening to music, or just going for a drive in the car. I don't have any younger siblings of my own, but I consider her my pseudo-little sister. She's going to go far in life, and will do many amazing things.


 Does anyone else have someone like this in their life? Not specifically a pseudo-little sister, but someone who they can hang out with every day and never have a dull time, and that they care for deeply, and are a true bro straight down to the brone?


I don't have any crazy deep musings for either of these songs, except that they reflect my feelings about life almost exactly. People are awesome, we need money, and we fuck because we are lonely.




 I wish I had more money than I have
and I know that's not punk,
but I need to pay my rent.
I can't survive without money.
I can't survive without money.

And I want to eat red, red meat.
I want to feel it digesting inside of my tummy
and I support animal testing.
I'd kill a kitten to save a human being.

The human race, we are big, big dicks.
We fuck holes in the world and fuck everybody else
We fuck because we are lonely.
We fuck because we are lonely.

We ought to give it one more shot
we have to save the world
and bathe ourselves with love
because love is all we need
except that love isn't really all we need.

We need compassion
and we need empathy
and we need love
and we need money
or another way to fulfill the basic needs we all have. 

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

merry go round we go up and around we go

  I don't know why, but this blog is slowly starting to turn into a music review, as opposed to a journal. Maybe that's a good thing. I know I'd commit seppuku if I had to read someone's whiney writings. Well, I guess no one has to read this..and I guess no one really does..So it's a win/win?The song above is by Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, off of their album "Before Today". Good song, right? Right. I love how the cover art for the single offends everyone's sensibilities. The art of course being a drawing of a man open-mouthed kissing a dog, drawn by Saimon Chow, from his Summer of Love series. I've always been interested in what offends people, and why it offends them. It's just art, guys. It's just a drawing of a guy kissing a dog. It isn't a drawing of Pope John Paul II getting skull-fucked by the members of Nirvana (Which would be hilarious). My feelings about this song can be summed up by Ultramincubed's youtube comment: 
"This song makes me feel like i am having the best beach volleyball match of my life but all of the sudden out of the sand emerges a massive lobster on the opposing team's side. he's so big, and his claws are proportionally large. not only that, he begins trash talking me, calling me "a weak man" and "a pussy." i start getting a bit discouraged, as the lob is blocking a lot of shots with his cheap big-ass claws. the other team catches up, and the whole match comes to down to the last point we win"
I agree sir, I wholeheartedly agree.


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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Shit.


  Arial is what Times New Roman would be on casual fridays. It's been a bit since the last post. I figure it doesn't matter since these posts don't really mean anything to anyone but me. I guess that's freeing in a way, because I don't have to constantly post because people expect me to. I would be terrible at running a popular blog. I got kicked out of school last week. Got a letter in the mail stating the wheres and why-fores. Mother fuckers didn't even sign the damn thing! Just a computer generated letter. I don't know what I expected, really. I hardly ever went to class. I'm not angry at the school or anyone else, because I know it's no one's fault but my own. I guess I'm going to get a job and try to get my own apartment and go to community college now. I can't stand myself anymore. I'm attempting to do anything and everything so I'm not alone with my thoughts, because every time I am I just pick myself apart and make myself feel worse about everything in general. On a side note, I just found the best comment ever on YouTube about Andrew Jackson Jihad. The aforementioned comment is defending AJJ from being considered hipster music.  "I think this guy probably has a lot of hipsters listening to him. And those people are listening to him for the wrong reasons. If you can listen to this music because you feel what he feels and because you support his message, which is ultimately the triumph of humanity in spite of itself, the paradoxical oxymoron of living, then you can enjoy it and probably enjoy life, since his music is like life. It's far from perfect. It's not aesthetically beautiful. It's just there. It's just real." 


So, yeah...fuck. I didn't want this post to be all about Andrew Jackson Jihad, but Rejoice came on and I got all "Meeeehhh this song's all about my life, maaan". I wish more people were angry with me/disliked me/hated me so I didn't have to worry about disappointing people. My dad wasn't even mad (iaintevenmadbro.jpeg). That made me feel even worse than if he was rageface. I don't really have anything else to say. I'm gonna post some (read:all) lyrics to an Andrew Jackson Jihad song that is just....pfffff just the best. JUST THE BEST. Maybe by the next time I post I'll be happier, with a new job or apartment. PORBARBLY not.


Hey everything, fuck you
I hate everything you do to me
I despise every lie I've come to believe
And I hate every evil thing that I see
This juxtaposition of good and bad
Reminds me of the best and the worst dreams I've had
I'm either to happy or fucking sad
And I can't keep up with that
And my job, what a shame
Just a mountain of death filling up my brain
I'm always tied to the tracks of the train
Desperately afraid of going insane (like my family)
And I'd like to take advantage of a flock of wild birds
To make to make my escape from this planet
Christ almighty I am thirsty
I'm forever fat and ugly
Stumbling, bumbling, bastard, stubbly
Faces will always be hungry
And I don't know if I'm capable of helping anyone
I'm at the mercy of emotions of my better friends





My text can't capture the emotion that the lead singer puts into the words...Just humour me and listen to it. 




If it makes any difference, this isn't the version I wanted. My favorite version of the song Little Prince comes off of the Homestyle album. Look it up at your local library!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Suck a cheetahs dick.

4:25 in the morning.

  First post herpaderher. I'm awake at 4AM because I had two nightmares, one right after another. Both were completely ridiculous. The first one was about Toy Story, except there were zombies involved. The second involved Harry Potter somehow. I don't remember the specifics of either dream, but I woke up yelling. It might have something to do with the chinese food I imbibed in directly before going to sleep. I'm watching Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring right now. The LOTR trilogy was one of the best series of movies I've ever seen. Talk about a fucking ALL STAR cast! I feel bad admitting this, but I've never actually read the books. I'll get to it eventually. Return of the King is my favorite out of the three, specifically the scene "Battle of Pelennor Fields". Every time I hear King Theodin's speech to the riders of Rohan, the hair on the back of my neck stands up and I get a tingle down my spine. Any time I hear anything sufficiently epic, be it a song or a speech, I get that feeling. I'm going to quit writing for now and enjoy the rest of the movie as I lurk moar on 4chan. Hopefully I can maintain a steady post schedule on this..I'm always bad about keeping up on posts.