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- Christmas Lights
I never feel better after I cry
I spent 6 months of my life just wanting to die
I’m learning how to be alone without be lonely
learning how to be lonely without losing my mind
And I’ll fish for compliments
and I’ll drink until I’m happy
and I’ll wonder what you’re doing but I won’t call.
Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart, then they have to deal with the bees.
"We both know I’ll never be your lover,
I only bring the heat.
Company under cover,
Filling space in your sheets.
It’s just a young heart confusing my mind”
"I know I’m not good enough for you"
Blue Valentine - A Film By Derek Cianfrance
Aka a movie designed to smash your heart into little pieces.
- Brave As a Noun
If this is how you folks make art, its fucking depressing
- I Will Be Okay. Everything.
Deer Leap + The World is a Beautiful Place & I am No Longer Afraid to Die Are Here to Help You
I Will Be Okay. Everything. // The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die
Chances are, you’ve heard Waitressand their five-track EP a thousand times already—it’s every loud and trashy scrap Albini slapped together; Fugazi without the fervor; Unwound without the tension; Rodan without the complexity; Minutemen without the wit or funk.
Yes, the band can shred, and stop-and-start with enough conviction. But then singer Brian McGhee lopes into the picture, as if he’s already marked his territory and needs only to sit on his ass while others sweat out the details. “So what if I wanna kiss black girls?” he declares on “Year of the Bad Spider,” to which I reply, “I dunno, so what?”
But the anti-climax of “Two-Story Lava Lamp” dips the lowest: “Are you a boy/ Or a girl?” he asks, and repeats twice, just to emphasize how clever and funny he is. It’s the biggest cock-thrust on the EP (incidentally, the band pegs itself as “cock-rock” on Bandcamp), but McGhee tosses it out with all the gusto of a cud-chewing cow.
And that’s what bothers me, really: Waitress has ransacked a radical genre, gutted out its grey matter and pumped in semen and booze. Nothing tears off ears or turns heads around.
ok ok i haven’t actually heard this band at all but this review has summed up what i imagine them to sound like
edit: i listened. it’s accurate.