iasiosee's RECommendations
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BURNING dAN brightly embodied that bold beastly bliss sometimes referred to as "the creative spirit." He was my chief collaborator on the foundational incarnations of hitRECord.org over the years and continues to inspire us ever the more. He would absolutely positively insist that we not let this bad news deter us on our collective mission. That said, I might not feel up to it for a little while. Watching this community blossom into what it has become never ceased to amaze him and me. We would regularly marvel at it and high five. Thank you all for that. There he is now pouring heaping hollowed watermelons full of love over each and every one of us. Let's celebrate him, he's fucking awesome: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/234697 See you real soon, thanks again... <3 |
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- Like Machiavelli
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Boo to players of games that aren't fun-based! I've come over allll political lately for some reason...
Aaanyway if anybody wants to play with the song just shout and I'll upload separate tracks! :)
Lyrics:
You get your kicks
From throwing sticks and stones
At my sorry bones
Then you cry out and cause
You make the most fuss
They’ll assume that the sleight is your own
I’ll watch you dig your shallow pit
And let you bury yourself in it
Your thinly veiled theories
Make me oh so weary
I am not blinkered to your traps
The others might follow
Your promises hollow
Your counterfeit treasure maps
Like Machiavelli
You play us as though we
Were pieces in your game of chess
The bishops are servants
The knights are all nervous
But Queens won’t bow down like the rest
Illusions like yours don’t last long
But til then I’ll keep singing my song
Aaanyway if anybody wants to play with the song just shout and I'll upload separate tracks! :)
Lyrics:
You get your kicks
From throwing sticks and stones
At my sorry bones
Then you cry out and cause
You make the most fuss
They’ll assume that the sleight is your own
I’ll watch you dig your shallow pit
And let you bury yourself in it
Your thinly veiled theories
Make me oh so weary
I am not blinkered to your traps
The others might follow
Your promises hollow
Your counterfeit treasure maps
Like Machiavelli
You play us as though we
Were pieces in your game of chess
The bishops are servants
The knights are all nervous
But Queens won’t bow down like the rest
Illusions like yours don’t last long
But til then I’ll keep singing my song
I love "The lovers" by tommacarte. Could not resist to that beautiful remix made by Johnny 4 The City.
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im constantly surrounded by ghosts of all my parallel possibilities. a lot of them seem to be having more fun than me, but at least im the real one. i think.. |
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i like rainbows that live in puddles i like rainbows that come out of the hose there are rainbows in the sky sometimes but i don't like those. too mainstream.. |
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The Record Button was lonely and wanted to open the door for me, so I pressed it like a doorbell. But now the door is open, it's just me, and-- I am the one who is lonely. |
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