Don't Wanna Fight No More

[alabama shakes - don't wanna fight]




This is the best album I have heard in so long. Musically it's just so good, so tight. Instant love.

walk away now, and you're gonna start a war

[start a war - the national]


whatever went away i'll get it over now
i'll get money i'll get funny again

do you really think you can just put it in a safe
behind a painting, lock it up and leave?

i don't want to write anymore

i don't write anymore because it hurts too much.

or maybe it doesn't hurt at all.

it's just that my fingertips seem to be numb, and they don't feel the keys anymore. it's just that it doesn't comfort me anymore. it's just that it doesn't seem to matter, stripping for the page. when i take off my clothes i feel naked.

there's no one left to talk to.

our love is dead but without limit

[bright eyes - make war]

please return, return
to the person that you were,
'cause it's too hard to belong
to someone who is gone.
my compass spins; the wilderness remains.

in the wintertime when i met you

you were gentle and i was rough
i didn't know what to do so i kissed you
in the wintertime
you picked me up on the corner so i wouldn't get lost
in your house, dark with red christmas lights
and those yellow lanterns in your room
i didn't know what to do so i kissed you
in the wintertime
everything was warm
and that's how it was when i met you

and now you're just a ghost

[katy perry - ghost]

katy perry on repeat 24/7.

there's a desert that size can't be measured

[lord huron - ends of the earth]



i was a-ready to die for you baby,
doesn't mean i'm ready to stay.
what good is living a life you've been given
if all you do is stand in one place?

i should live in salt for leaving you behind

my life still exists without you but it's a little bit emptier. it's a little bit rougher around the edges. my sails blown open to the wild seas; i know you won't protect me anymore.

i want to light your matches and burn your candle next to my hair i want to sleep on fire and not feel a thing.

i'm one hundred different things i'm a liar i'm not worth a dime. i tasted salt on my plate and knew it was my tears. i want to be alone but i'm scared i'd miss you and despite your gentle touch i'm still nobody new.

i cried my eyes out for you but tears aren't worth a thing i'd never have enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe.

i want to light your matches and burn your candle next to my hair i want to sleep on fire and not feel a thing. i'd never have enough tears to put out the fire that i've started i'd never have enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe i'd never live enough lonely lives drinking in the dead sea to collect enough salt to pay you back the love that i owe.

those things you do will all catch up to you

in china i danced alone to the smiths in some strange rooftop bar, not even lonely at all.

girls who dance.
girls who sing.

people who sit alone in crowded bars. i don't understand and will always understand their desire to be close to the crowd but not in it. in the middle of the dance floor,

i too, prefer the darkness.

if you asked me, i would ask for the quiet at 5:43am
when no one is mad at me because i haven't screwed up,
and my sorries haven't piled up,
and i'm running to catch the first metro
to get to work on time.

sadness in the new, sadness is the old

you know i come here to listen to sad songs and think about how to say whatever it is that i can't say

it's not words it's physical

enough talk let's fuck

our hearts out our stomach top of the roller coaster i'm going down

to the bottom


to lie here and think about

why bon iver's first album is still so good

and winter in a minnesota cabin

between the trees some frozen tears


i could feel them fuck between the walls

remembered what it's like to reach through and grab nothing

press yourself against the wall

like a magnet from a distance


how many ways to say whatever it is i can't say

i can't say but i know now

i mean i think i know     you guys    i think i know

i didn't choose this but i want it


nostalgia 101 - a hundred different things about love