Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh-oooh-oooh… The whole album is top class. <3
Category: Music
Every day the same dream (indie 5-minute game)
We need way more games like this. Thanks Garret for linking me to this little tidbit.
Play it. If you don’t manage to see the ending, don’t worry — I didn’t and had no problem with having the impression that there was no ending. To be frank, I was even a little disappointed. You’ll see why.
And enjoy the music.
Some Chumbawamba
Haven’t ever posted enough of this fantastic band…
And I wonder what the papers are going to say, another actress, another war, another day
But everything’s changed, the world woke up today, and I wanted to be with you
We know every word to the song, but we don’t want to sing along…
I don’t want to sing about rights and wrongs, I don’t want to sing the same old songs, but I’ll sing them and sing them till there’s no need to sing them, and then I can sing about love, then I can sing about love…
There’s stuff dressed up as truth and there’s stuff dressed up as lies, and it all ends up as stuff that you can buy, on eBay, from Babylon back to Babylon…
I had this song on mySpace. Ah, mySpace… *same look people have when they’re being nostalgic of DDR — no, not the game, I mean East Germany*
I’ve added Paris and Britney and you and Tom, I’d like to find your address so I could visit you at home, I don’t like people but I like to pretend, would you like to add me as a friend. Add me, add me, me mother says she wished she’d never ‘ad me…
…when fine society sits down to dine, remember that someone is pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine, pissing in the wine…
The Minimalists
Detaching onself from material posession, bringing less stress and trouble into one’s life (just because there’s fewer stuff to worry about!), producing less trash… Zen. Like, like.
The Minimalists blog
Ineresting posts:
21-day journey into minimalism (the whole process!)
Everything I own: my 288 things (sounds like a lot? think again)
The troubling nature of pop culture
The short 16-step guide to getting rid of your crap
Insert compulsory, relevant Steven Wilson song here:
Dead Skeletons – Dead Mantra
What kind of music is this? It’s… entrancing… Thanks Wilhelmina for the hook-up.
Storm Corrosion – Ljudet Innan
Storm Corrosion. I’ve been waiting for this collaboration since I first heard about it a little after PT’s last concert in Athens. Mikael Åkerfeldt & Steven Wilson promised they would be writing some music together which wouldn’t be for the fans at all; they would be making it for themselves. With this album, the trifecta of Grace for Drowning – Heritage – Storm Corrosion is complete. The duo’s work of the previous year has been phenomenal, incredible. Magic. I wonder what would have come out of all this if they had strived to make music for someone other than themselves…
The title of the song is Swedish for “The sound before”.
The sound before… the Greek election results? Doing some Java with the ulterior motive to get on with my life? This crazy love I’ve been waiting to share my all with? Realising that this is the first day of the rest of my life or that the Present is all there is?
The sound before. No more needs to be said.
Tortoise – The Lithium Stiffs ~ Crest
240p, we meet again… To πραγματικά ωραίο ξεκινά στο 4:00. 🙂
The Flashbulb – Good Luck Out There
Dedicated to everyone who feels as if the touch of Lady Luck or an agreement with the universe would get them out of their corner.
Dead Can Dance – Oman
*puts some nice music to get the courage to eventually write something*
Steven Wilson – Puncture Wound
Two things about this video:
1) Awesome song. Once again, this is from the EXTRA (!) CD off of Insurgentes. Along with Collecting Space and The 78, it should have been on the main album. Maybe Steven just wants to impress people that like to look into his music just a little deeper.
2) Great video that fits the song like a glove. Like the lyrics say: Push, push down the earth
Feel my hand through your glove… I wonder who made it? It’s not by Lasse Hoile though I wouldn’t blame you if you thought it was.