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(via yerawizardharry)
One Day | Matisyahu
so in love.
Empire State of Mind | JayZ & Alicia Keys
fuuccckk. this song. i will post this every single time they perform it. ha. feel it in my souuuullll.
let’s hear it for new york, new york, new york…..
no! the video is even more amazing.
primarily when he’s dancing with the camera and the scratching at the end. yummmm
Shutter Buggin’ | Buck 65
Shutter Buggin’ | Buck 65
Wine and candy, fine and dandy. Old and proper unity.
Community be damned, I see a golden opportunity:
Women with hips and brains instead of scrounging for tips and change.
Ships and planes. High heel shoes and whips and chains…
Flashy-flash! Watch the birdy!
— Like Today | Atmosphere
fuckyeahdavematthewsband:canyoureadthis:
Dave Matthews Band
IN MY LIFE
Beatles Cover
People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are “The Advertisers” and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
”— Banksy
(via poortaste: ambivalence: wreckandsalvage)
why if every light is dark do I continue dancing?
well if it ain’t finally a question that’s worth answering
I boogie for the raindrops
for the purity, the anger
for my childhood recollections
for the comic book in my heart
the mocked intentions
the clarity, passion, seclusion
those cool summer nights
for the mark emerging across the street selling me stog’s at half price
for the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfall
my girl, my friends
for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall
for the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash
for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on
his feet
see I throw away the tenders over one shoulder
and walk across broken glass
through every wicked world to kiss tomorrow’s morning
not for nothing
you’ll drown in a pool of your crooked morals
whispering ‘maybe Aesop Rock was on to something’
maybe, no promises
”— The Tugboat Complex | Aesop Rock
Don’t Leave Me | Blink182
Let’s try this one more time with feeling… :}

oh mannn she looks just like a lil latvian babe, vainag and allllll
yerawizardharry: Angelina Jolie
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