Playlist for 12 Dec 2013
I’m playing from a playlist I made for one of my supervisors at my ex-internship tonight
1. The Names - “I Wish I Could Speak Your Language” - Swimming
2. Sad Lovers and Giants - “Sleep (Is For Everyone)” - Feeding the Flame
6. Burning Skies of Elysium - “For My Eyes” - The Last Revolving Door
10. Southern Death Cult - “Flowers in the Forest” - Southern Death Cult
15. Sardine V - “Minutes” - I Hate You
19. Mephisto Walz - “The Beast Within” - IIIrd Incarnation
24. UK Decay - “For My Country” - For Madmen Only
wow so… I’m not a student anymore. I mean I still have to finish two classes to get my degree, but officially I don’t have the title anymore.
weird bittersweet feeling.
Cafe Decay in 20 minutes everybody
He just went “ohh!” in his sleep when I covered him with the extra blankets.
(I didn’t cover his face with the sheet, he sulked under it after coming home from a bad day and a worse dinner date with me. Also his idea to stay on the loveseat. :/ )
When a great man like Nelson Mandela passes, it’s also common to wonder if we’ll ever see his kind again. But there’s no doubt that the Nelson Mandelas and Martin Luther Kings and Václav Havels of the 21st Century are stridng among us. But you can’t see it, because if he or she was shaking hands with world leaders and greeted by adoring throngs and serenaded by children’s choirs, then they wouldn’t be the next true Mandela or King or Havel.
No, the next Nelson Mandela of the world is rotting in a jail cell tonight, just like Mandela nearly withered for 27 years on Robben Island. Or he is on someone’s terrorist watch list, or she is segregated and searched every time she travels through an international airport. Somewhere, government spies are reading the emails of the next Nelson Mandela. They are tracking his cell phone and listening to his calls, or monitoring her meetings with their undercover cops.
Many of the other people who today are uttering bland platitudes about the dead Mandela will go back tomorrow to heaping scorns on the living ones. They are the shameless radio hosts and TV pundits and their army of dittoheads who see an advocate for justice and call him a “Communist,” who look at someone who wants to liberate her people and brand her a “terrorist,” who find someone willing to live in a tent city to call attention to inequality and call them a urine soaked rapist, who lash out at someone who dares to believe in peace as “naive,” or a “dirty (bleep)ing hippie.”
The next Martin Luther King or Aung San Suu Kyi could be anywhere right now — advocating for gay rights in Putin’s repressive Russia, playing the piano in front of a line of riot police in Kiev, getting arrested in Raleigh to fight for the voting rights of minorities and young people or growing up in a small village in Pakistan, dreaming of peace even after a flying robot has killed his neighbors.
Today’s Václav Havel is fighting for the unspeakable today, so that the unspeakable will be normal by the time that he or she is old or dead. Gay rights are his segregated water fountains, economic inequality is her apartheid, fracking is his mercury poisoning.
The Nelson Mandela of the 21st Century is right here, right now. We just can’t see it. We’re too busy spitting on him and calling him a terrorist.”
- (via rockstarchinaman)
30: A song that reminds you of yourself
Blue Cross - Everything I despise
5 11 19
5: A song that needs to be played LOUD
11: A song that you never get tired of
19: A song that makes you think about life
I keep changing my answer for #11
MUSIC ASKS these are actually pretty hard but why not.
Hahaha no freaking way