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This is amazing. The only thing this guy needs to do now is spit flame.
A really good buddy of mine I made during my undergrad studies once told me this! He quoted it word for word & it never left my thoughts.
Small & average minds tend to bore me fairly quickly. Just sayin’.
The Presets - Are You The One?
NOW OPEN FOR BUSINESS…
Moustache Rides!!!!!!
Coachella in 3 weeks & I cannot wait!
Anyone going weekend 2 consider this an invite to chat me up & chill!
Rhye live at Boiler Room Los Angeles
I had to share this with you guys simply because of how beautiful and amazing this live set sounds. I recently listened to their album ‘Woman’ and wondered how it would translate live. I searched…lo and behold it’s just as beautiful live. Reblog if you enjoy Rhye.
Sometimes you’re better off dead
there’s a gun in your hand & it’s pointing at your head
you think you’re mad, too unstable
kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
in a restaurant in a WEST END TOWN
call the police, there’s a madman around
running down underground to a dive bar in a WEST END TOWN.
"WiseMan-FrankOcean-Revised" -
django was ill without it.
Wiseman closed his mouth
madman closed his fist
young man shows his age
judge man named it sin
bad man don’t exist no
no evil man exists
good man don’t exist no
no righteous man exists
sad mann cannot cry in place where man can see
never witnessed father weep
this old man thought it weak
but strong man don’t exist
No undying man exists
Weak man don’t exist no
just flesh & blood exists
but your mother would be proud of you
i bet your mother would be proud of you
the beast will crawl this earth
then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
they’ll rip apart his flesh
til all that’s left is glorious bone
so you’ll bury your own
too vain
you saw it unfold
what you know
and you claimed all you could hold
until death did you part from the mess you made
I bet your mother would be proud of you
i bet your mother would be proud of you
primate sharpens tool
to survive and thrive in the jungle
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood
maybe lungs were made for flood
I won’t blunt my blade for cut these chains
rather let my limbs be drug through mud
you’re my brother but your eyes are cold
you’re my sister but your womb is bare
i bet our mother would be proud of you
i bet our mother would be proud of you
bad man don’t exist / no evil man exists
i know good man don’t exist / no righteous man exists
strong man don’t exist / no undying man exists
weak man don’t exist / no just flesh and blood exists
