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Title: Us and ThemArtist: Pink FloydAlbum: The Dark Side of the MoonMusic of the bedridden, the crumbling wallpapers.I’ve always said Ummagumma is my favourite Floyd album, or Wish You Were Here, or Meddle. When did I get so pretentious that I can’t appreciate TDSotM?
(Photo Source: Welcome to the Cruel World by Mayastar)

Title: Us and Them
Artist: Pink Floyd
Album: The Dark Side of the Moon

Music of the bedridden, the crumbling wallpapers.

I’ve always said Ummagumma is my favourite Floyd album, or Wish You Were Here, or Meddle. When did I get so pretentious that I can’t appreciate TDSotM?

(Photo Source: Welcome to the Cruel World by Mayastar)

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Title: Sposalizio Popolare (Jaipongan Svatba)Artist: Roberto Maldoror ManfrediniAlbum: Dominando Le Fiere
“In the line of neurotic-tribal, a collection of rhythms, trance sessions from italian, african and asian voodoo rituals and exorcism, with some industrial suggestions.”
Album by contemporary experimental sound artist Roberto Maldoror Manfredini, incorporating rituals of various cultures into rhythmic noise, literally. It’s not one of those sampling incorporation, he throws the whole shit in there. It’s awesome.It’s also free, which makes it even more awesome: http://archive.org/details/kemn9_rmm_dominando_le_fiere

Title: Sposalizio Popolare (Jaipongan Svatba)
Artist: Roberto Maldoror Manfredini
Album: Dominando Le Fiere

“In the line of neurotic-tribal, a collection of rhythms, trance sessions from italian, african and asian voodoo rituals and exorcism, with some industrial suggestions.”

Album by contemporary experimental sound artist Roberto Maldoror Manfredini, incorporating rituals of various cultures into rhythmic noise, literally. It’s not one of those sampling incorporation, he throws the whole shit in there. It’s awesome.

It’s also free, which makes it even more awesome: http://archive.org/details/kemn9_rmm_dominando_le_fiere

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Title: Sympathy for the StrawberryArtist: Sonic YouthAlbum: Murray Street
Songs for the hammers of the Summer of ‘97, and its most beautiful echos.
Thank you, though I barely ever post anything.
This is probably the song which made me realize my love for ambiance, especially of the urban/industrial variety. I used to run my nail against the strings (stretched to impossible solidity,) high up on the neck of my guitar, beyond the frets, to mimic the ringing, much like that of a railroad crossing (or hammer of construction echoing through the Japanese condos in the 80s,) in the beginning of the song. Last minute is the best part, of course.
So many commas I sound like Thomas Pynchon.

Title: Sympathy for the Strawberry
Artist: Sonic Youth
Album: Murray Street

Songs for the hammers of the Summer of ‘97, and its most beautiful echos.

Thank you, though I barely ever post anything.

This is probably the song which made me realize my love for ambiance, especially of the urban/industrial variety. I used to run my nail against the strings (stretched to impossible solidity,) high up on the neck of my guitar, beyond the frets, to mimic the ringing, much like that of a railroad crossing (or hammer of construction echoing through the Japanese condos in the 80s,) in the beginning of the song. Last minute is the best part, of course.

So many commas I sound like Thomas Pynchon.

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Title: GirlArtist: Sibylle BaierAlbum: Colour Green
“Still no good. The antonym of flower…you’re supposed to name the thing in the world which is least like a flower.”“That’s what I’m trying to do. Wait! How about this - a woman?”“Then what’s a synonym for woman?”“Entrails.”“You’re not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what’s the antonym for entrails?”“Milk.”
—Excerpt from Ningen Shikkaku (No Longer Human)by Dazai Osamu
(Art Source:The Difficult Lesson by William-Adolphe Bouguereau)

Title: Girl
Artist: Sibylle Baier
Album: Colour Green

“Still no good. The antonym of flower…you’re supposed to name the thing in the world which is least like a flower.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do. Wait! How about this - a woman?”
“Then what’s a synonym for woman?”
“Entrails.”
“You’re not very poetic, are you? Well, then, what’s the antonym for entrails?”
“Milk.”

—Excerpt from Ningen Shikkaku (No Longer Human)by Dazai Osamu

(Art Source:The Difficult Lesson by William-Adolphe Bouguereau)

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crypt-kicker:

sugarblaster:

therealbitchpudding:

what a huge dumbass

do you know how much it costs to get taken to the ER in a fucking ambulance

about a full years worth of rent

so fuck you, fuck you Mitt, go take a cactus and shove it up your ass repeatedly you big fucking dickbag privileged piece of shit

This idiot. Ugh. I got a $400 dollar emergency room bill (when I was 19) for just WALKING INTO THE DAMN PLACE (literally, walking, on my own two feet). I wasn’t even hurt! All they did was ask me some questions and check my blood pressure, as I had just been in a car accident.

Clearly Mitt Romney has NO IDEA how emergency rooms work and why relying on them for PRIMARY CARE is the ABSOLUTE WORST THING EVER. 

He’s never lived in the 99% world. He’s like an alien.

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Title: YgalArtist: Jamie Saft TrioAlbum: Astaroth: The Book of Angels Vol.1
Music for the children’s carnival, heard across the wall.
Always such trouble choosing a single song out of an album with so many great songs, in so many different styles.
(Art Source: Globetrotter (in der Zeit) by El Lissitzky)

Title: Ygal
Artist: Jamie Saft Trio
Album: Astaroth: The Book of Angels Vol.1

Music for the children’s carnival, heard across the wall.

Always such trouble choosing a single song out of an album with so many great songs, in so many different styles.

(Art Source: Globetrotter (in der Zeit) by El Lissitzky)

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Title: Full CircleArtist: Half Moon RunAlbum: Dark Eyes
Song for helplessness and its delights.
Sometimes, I can’t help but want to hurt you. I feign fear in order to preserve my civility.

Title: Full Circle
Artist: Half Moon Run
Album: Dark Eyes

Song for helplessness and its delights.

Sometimes, I can’t help but want to hurt you. I feign fear in order to preserve my civility.