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I want this song injected into my veins. Itās like a seven minute dissection of a cannonball into the pool. The water drops arcing and sparkling. Chaos within the laws of physics. This whole album feels very now. Silver, iridescent transparency seems to be the color of the year.
You can normalize, donāt it make you feel alive?
You can normalize, donāt it make you feel alive?
Jun 11, 2025
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this entire album is incredibly bonkers and sort of like being high on stimulants while being dragged around town by someone else who is even higher on stimulantsā¦ but THIS song in particular has this feeling of a bombastic live show in hell being MCād by a sports announcer from the 1920s
this entire album is incredibly bonkers and sort of like being high on stimulants while being dragged around town by someone else who is even higher on stimulantsā¦ but THIS song in particular has this feeling of a bombastic live show in hell being MCād by a sports announcer from the 1920s
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fav losercore song from my fav losercore band (the strokes were losers who willed their coolness onto people. interpol were cool because they accepted their loserdom and didnt pretend otherwise)
i generally dk what tf the lyrics on any of these songs are saying actually but i like the imagery. and also this is what living in new york is like, not the less-than-zero black and white grain of Is This It.
New York is being thrown into a variety of situations and having no language for it. so you are left with feelings that morph into phrases like āshe says brief things/her loveās a ponyā or āfriends dont waste wine/when thereās words to sellā and āwill you put my hands away/will you be my manā.
does that make sense? does anything in this city make sense?
anyway: i rediscovered this song a couple of years ago and instantly the music video flashed in my brain. see the photo. it feels like itās from a kiyoshi kurosawa film (pulse not cure). it changed my brain chem and made me embrace the loserdom that is living in bushwickā¦i dont know what the obstacle is, but i have a good idea.
i generally dk what tf the lyrics on any of these songs are saying actually but i like the imagery. and also this is what living in new york is like, not the less-than-zero black and white grain of Is This It.
New York is being thrown into a variety of situations and having no language for it. so you are left with feelings that morph into phrases like āshe says brief things/her loveās a ponyā or āfriends dont waste wine/when thereās words to sellā and āwill you put my hands away/will you be my manā.
does that make sense? does anything in this city make sense?
anyway: i rediscovered this song a couple of years ago and instantly the music video flashed in my brain. see the photo. it feels like itās from a kiyoshi kurosawa film (pulse not cure). it changed my brain chem and made me embrace the loserdom that is living in bushwickā¦i dont know what the obstacle is, but i have a good idea.
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On loop as Democracy falls. Stand by, I guess.
I get these weird phantom smells when I remember something, sometimes. Or a specific kind of thought hits. Not sure if itās olfactory hallucination or synesthesia. Or an unacknowledged mass. I donāt have a great explanation for why the reverse-autobiographical ghost redolence.
To that end, this song, mixing with that CD emoji up top, as I picked it, this one smells like Sharpie marker, and old light from the sun.
Truth is, that all light from the sun is old, but I guess thereās something uncomfortably cosmological about this kind of nostalgia, and sea, or climate change.
I get these weird phantom smells when I remember something, sometimes. Or a specific kind of thought hits. Not sure if itās olfactory hallucination or synesthesia. Or an unacknowledged mass. I donāt have a great explanation for why the reverse-autobiographical ghost redolence.
To that end, this song, mixing with that CD emoji up top, as I picked it, this one smells like Sharpie marker, and old light from the sun.
Truth is, that all light from the sun is old, but I guess thereās something uncomfortably cosmological about this kind of nostalgia, and sea, or climate change.
Jul 4, 2025
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