as logic stands

Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation, annihilation. 

beautiful song.

To understand this (in case you’ve been living underground recently), youtube rebecca black “friday”. Bob Dylan… what can I say? This man’s sense of humour knows no bounds. I fucking love him. 

EDIT: Apparently this is not actually Bob Dylan. I’m going to pretend it is and ignore all evidence to the contrary, however, because it is much funnier that way.

Bright Eyes live in Toronto, part 3: Lua

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I get a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations
With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.

Bright Eyes, live in Toronto, part 2: Bowl of Oranges

If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall,
Then I think we would see the beauty,
And we would stand staring in awe.. at our still lives posed, like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.

Bright Eyes, live in Toronto, Part 1: Take it Easy (Love Nothing)

First with your hands and then with your mouth
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
You took off your clothes, left on the light
You stood there so brave
You used to be shy
Each feature improved, each movement refined and eyes like a showroom
Now they are spreading out the blankets on the beach

That weatherman’s a liar, he said it’d be raining…

but it’s clear and blue as far as I can see.