sailorsmouth: January 2011

Friday, January 28, 2011

Are you still jumping out of windows in expensive clothes?

men's fashion.

i like it dark. and twisted.

but always layered.

(with a dash of tattoo, facial hair and attitude (oh lame))

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Thursday, January 27, 2011

black widow.

via vimeo.com

gorgeous cinematography.
the music just does not seem that fitting.
i would've gone for something a bit more eerie.
maybe kendal johannson's blue moon?

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

oh...the trigger of time tricks you.

Do you know why you got feelings in your heart?
Don’t let fear of feeling fool you
What you see sets you apart
And there’s nothing here to bind you
It’s no way for life to start

Do you know that tonight the streets are ours
Tonight the streets are ours
These lights in our hearts they tell no lies

Those people they got nothing in their souls
And they make our TV’s blind us
From our vision and our goals
Oh the trigger of time it tricks you
So you have no way to grow

But do you know that tonight the streets are ours
Tonight the streets are ours
These lights in our hearts they tell no lies
And no one else can haunt me
The way that you can haunt me
I need to know you want me
I couldn’t be without you
And the light that shines around you
No nothing ever mattered more than not doubting
That tonight the streets are ours

Do you know how to kill loneliness at last?
Oh there’s so much there to heal dear
And make tear stains of the past

But do you know that tonight the streets are ours
Tonight the streets are ours
These lights in our street are ours
Tonight the streets are ours
These lights in our hearts they tell no lies

the video has the worst worst cinematography....bad camera work.

but it is such a beautiful song. (thank you mathieu)

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

brilliant sugar

this song is an accurate description.

representational.

oh and matt's velvet voice just drives you insane.

love.

You had fun, but you couldn't get him out of the car
I guess mama's boys only go so far
You went in and put a record on
To make it sound like someone was home
And thanked yourself for pouring yourself a drink

Try to figure out and laugh yourself to the showers
Burn yourself alive and join the monster squad
They say in this place you can reinvent yourself

Well you've done it again, Virginia
Made another masterpiece while I was dreaming
How does it feel to feel like you?
Brilliant sugar, brilliant sugar, brilliant sugar, turn over

A cool, tall, drink of water
is all you ever wanted to be
And if you had another wish to wish
you'd be fun and moving

But you can't talk to people, right?
You can't tell a story
You're tall, long legged
and your heart's full of liquor
And me and everybody are just ice in a glass

Try to figure out and laugh yourself to the showers
Burn yourself alive and join the monster squad
They say in this place you can reinvent yourself

Well you've done it again, Virginia
Made another masterpiece while I was dreaming
How does it feel to feel like you?
Brilliant sugar, brilliant sugar, brilliant sugar turn over

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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

one sympathetic face.

via youtube.com

my bright eyes obsession never seems to fade.

i would kill to see him perform.
( i like the simplicity of this live version. love)

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Digital loneliness.

I read this arrticle on time's online this morning. http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,2041714,00.html
We are lonely. It made me evaluate my life.
I spend mosy days slaving away on my pc, designing, researching, blah blah. I am constantly hooked to the interweb, whenever I feel lonely or bored, a check my facebook, twitter, tastebuds account. Checking out who is on line... Hoping so
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