This song is getting me through cleaning and packing today. Also errands. Oh and the gym.
Source: SoundCloud / Colabear4
Man, I have been singing this song all day. I will never not love you, Spice Girls.
Song of the Day, because every living person needs to listen to this song at least a few times a week.
Source: SoundCloud / BalladOf
Song of the Day: “Friday I’m In Love”, by The Cure. Happiest song of all time. And no less, my ringtone.
Jan 13, 2012
His ringtone? Jesus. Now that I’m past the super-lustful-infatuation stage, can we please be friends? I think he’d be so much fun to hang out with. Literally the embodiment of every quality I want to have.
I just want to be your frieeeeeennnndd.
Source: twhiddlestonsongs
Heeeyyyy! Fish and Bird got to top ten!
Canya spare a vote? PLEASE AND THANKS :D
Hey guys, I need your help!
More like my really super-duper good friend of many many years needs your help. She’s plays a wicked double bass in an awesome Canadian band called Fish & Bird, who are coincidentally competing with a couple dozen other bands for a kickass train gig, and also coincidentally, trains are flippin’ fabulous.
You can vote here for three separate bands, so I also suggest The Sheepdogs if you don’t know a lot of Canadian stuff apart from Nickelback and Avril Lavigne, which are secretly the gods punishing us because they are so sick of hearing “sorry this” “sorry that”. It’s like.. you know, that one girl who apologizes for everything, and you’re finally all.. “Stop apologizing!” and they’re all… “sorry…”
So you know, Nickelback and stuff, we’re sorry. These guys are better.
The Ultimate Will Smith
After discovering that several of Will Smith’s songs are the same BPM, I decided to mix them all together.I probably shouldn’t admit how much time I spent listening to Will Smith songs today.
Center: Gettin’ Jiggy wit It
Left: Men in Black
Right: Miami
As much of a clusterfuck as this is, it is still way more listenable than three songs playing on top of each other should be.
Alora why
Source: limekle
I saw Cirque Du Soleil: O in Las Vegas on Christmas Eve, and it was one of the most glorious things to have ever graced my senses. Beyond beautiful. The artist in me was on the verge of tears when the characters paraded across the stage, and I knew exactly who they were by their costumes and postures alone. I was completely transported into a fantasy world where fire and water had mystical properties, and frog-people and zebra-people existed.
Le Vieux was my favorite. He was only the guide, but I had to pull my eyes away from him to watch the actual act every single time he was onstage, even when he was just sitting and watching. I just felt a ridiculous desire for him to not be alone anymore. It was an odd feeling.
After it was over, I felt a loss, like I had been through a window into another world and suddenly I was jarred back home before I was ready to go back to Kansas. Because Kansas is stupid. I want my flying red-cloaked comet people back, dammit.
You don’t even have to watch, just listen to it in the background… but it’s cool to watch too.
