#fyf2014 #fyffest2014 #againstme #alberthammondjr #thestrokes #juliancasablancasandthevoid #benjaminbooker #grimes #interpol #mariachielbronx #xxyyxx #runthejewels #earlsweatshirt #HAIM #builttospill #presidentsoftheunitedstates #ryanhemsworth #religiousexperience #goodtimes #mypeoples #leo #steve #john Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. (at FYF Fest)
Sleep on pillows made in Singapore, wrapped in comforters, sweating through sheets. Drinking coffee in the morning, floating on Airplanes across the vast seas.
And your house is made of wood; central air, central heat. You got your furniture of particle board. Your doors are locked for, for safety.
And you walk in leather shoes, pants of denim, a black cotton sweatshirt. And you do what you do, because doing can start to form a habit.
And you drink all night long, and you sleep through the morning.
And if something doesn’t break, I’m just gonna go, go fucking insane
And you sweep up the floor when it’s dirty, you do the dishes, when the sink’s full, and when the refrigerator’s empty, well it’s time, it’s time, it’s time, it’s time to go the store.
You put your books on a shelf, clothes arranged in the closet. You hang the things on the wall that you don’t wanna be so easily forgotten
I hate these songs!
I hate the words that the singer is singing to me!
I hate this melody!
I hate this stupid fucking drum beat!
…But I’m not gonna tell anyone what I’m really thinking about.
Keep them conversations on the surface, just keep on smiling.
Just keep on saying “Everything’s gonna be alright! It’s gonna be alright! It’s gonna be Alright! Alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright alright!
AND JUST LIKE JAMES I’LL BE DRINKING IRISH TONIGHT
AND THE MEMORY OF HIS LAST WORK WEEK WILL BE GONE FOREVER
EVELYN, I’M NOT COMING HOME TONIGHT