Thoughts from a stranger

showerbeers:

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The Ergs! - Kind Of Like Smitten

Walked past your house today just because I could.
You’re so close but you’re so very, very, very far away.

showerbeers:

turnstyles:

Defiance, Ohio I Don’t Want Solidarity If It Means Holding Hands With You

Let’s stop this talk of privilege because the songs that we sing are as much a product of our privilege as the clothes on my back or the phone call I made to my mom last night. And let’s stop this talk of action because action comes easy; it’s the moments just before that are hard when I’ve got to get my voice and my fist on the same page as my heart. Let’s stop this talk of them because the things we find deplorable in politicians, CEOs and cops are the same things that will tear ourselves apart. And let’s stop this talk of words because words like dishonesty, selfishness and laziness and greed aren’t as distant to us as we’d like to believe.

So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart
but I know that when we pick up the pieces the only thing left will be the same empty rubble that’s made up every revolution that I’ve ever known to make me believe and lose faith in humanity in the same empty breath of hot air.

And they say that the beauty’s in the streets but when I look around it seems more like defeat. And I’m afraid that this fight that we’re all caught up in will leave us the same as that which we oppose.

So please, the next time you’re smashing the state, don’t go breaking my heart
but I know we can pick up the pieces and build something new, something different that’s not like every revolution that I’ve ever known that can make me believe and have faith in humanity and we’ll all breathe a breath of fresh air.

delawareareyou:

ryancox:

lifeonfiction:

spinlighted:

Can’t Hardly Wait - The Replacements

Jesus rides beside me
He never buys any smokes
Hurry up, hurry up, ain’t you had enough of this stuff
Ashtray floors, dirty clothes, and filthy jokes

showerbeers:

Dillinger Four - Gainesville

“And it feels like summer in October and I hope this day is never over.”

Leaving for Gainesville tonight at midnight. Stef stayed up all night last night and slept all day so she can drive the first leg of the journey tonight. See you dudes next week, I will be drinking heavily and hanging out with my best friends all fucking weekend.

i’m not leaving for Gainesville but this song is still fucking awesome. THE LYRICS MAN.

songjournal:

Descendents - Silly Girl

In February I only listen to the Descendents. I’m almost positive this song has been my ringtone for a year. And that I put this on every mixtape I’ve made since I was 12. It was also the first (and only) song I managed to learn to play on bass, and then I gave up.

Basically, I started listening to the Descendents when I was real little because my dad owned all their records. And then I started listening to Animal Collective and my life went downhill because of it. Last year I picked them up again after a series of unfortunate nights spent at a guy’s house who really likes the Descendents. They’re fun. And awesome. And it’s strange that I always find myself bobbing my head to their songs when they’re not really bob-your-headable, but what’s not to love about this band?

lovelovelove this song

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showerbeers:

The Lawrence Arms - The Slowest Drink in the Saddest bar on the Snowiest Day in the Greatest City

“What will it say on my snow covered grave?”

This is the standout track on Buttsweat for me.

SO FUCKING GOOD

I think half the people I’m following, I’m following because they’ve expressed love for the larry arms.

fuck. awesome song.

Death is not glamorous - Assets

We’ve got strong bones and thick skin, encasing hearts full of hope. Minds to fight with, stronger than any fist. Good friends, good times, and wide smiles - we’ve got that PMA. Think you can take this away? Think you can rain on this parade? Think again, we’ll keep right on marching, playing hard, keep screaming, we’ll keep loving, we’re not giving in. We may not be rich, but we’ve got more than most, and we’re more than content with “discontent”. Bonds, like iron chains, tested in fire and fights, they don’t break - and we won’t let them. We keep them oiled, they won’t wear down, and you won’t ever wear us down.

Fuck I love this band.