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this one is dead.

the haunting.

beg, and cry...
curse, and howl...
gnaw, and rip...
your heart, your eye.

at the midnight hour, you strain your eyes.
don't let them shut, i'll infest your head.
your dreams bleed nightmares of plagues and death.
your brain it rots, let me feed off your flesh.

no matter how deep you hit the vein,
no matter how much you have to drink,
no matter how deep you swim to drown,
no matter how much you lust and fuck,
i'm the haunting, baby.
in the back of your mind.

i am the ghost, of your pulse.
do you miss your heart?
your now decayed black chest.

i'm the haunting, baby.
and i'll never let you sleep.
i will follow you forever, my love.
you locked me inside, and now you will never forget.
the love you lost the day i left.

no matter what you try to do,
i'll be right there, haunting you.

the old guitarist

picasso

empty verses of lullaby

i regret all that time i spent with you,
and every kiss i shared with you.
you kissed my lips and took my breathe,
sucked all the air right out of my chest.

you lied, you used, you shot my love,
you forced, you fucked, you broke my trust.
my eyes were blind by your fake stare,
and now i see, you never were there.

your words were empty verses of lullaby,
to sooth my bearing crys for truth and ties.
my heart has filled with a bloody hate,
for you to be crushed and cut by the blade.

r.i.p

les paul, 1915 - 2009.

fruits of the spirit

love. joy. peace. pateince. kindness. goodness. faithfulness. gentleness. self-control.

living love.

the world keeps spinning, and you're heart keeps living.

dance til' your dead.

yeah yeah yeah's - heads will roll
i really dig this song.
i really dig their new album 'it's blitz!'.

king lear and his fool

the best version of king lear.
enough with the drama - we all like a little bit of pussy.

magggooottt cunnts

no one should ever give me alcohol, ever.

fat cat

whenever life feels perfect, life the bitch throws that imperfect word perfect back into my face and calls me a liar.

summer last year.

i really do miss my trip to queensland last year. it is the most beautiful place, completely serene.

don't you love me?

you know that show...that really good one...gossip girl?

i read in a magazine that little jenny humphrey aka in real life, taylor momsen toured with the veronicas in america earlier this year.
initial reaction - wtf? she is in a band? ....oh yeah, she totally sung that little cute song in the grinch but...

this song is insane. i expected shitty pop music and bad vocals...no. she's got it, i'm shocked to hear a dark and grungy sound, as i said. this song is insane.

andy warhol's words of genious

"It must be hard to be a model, because you'd want to be like the photograph of you, and you can't ever look that way." Andy Warhol

fucking genious.
it is like those photos you get where you don't look like yourself, but it's beautiful - because you don't look like yourself. but your like...it is a photo of me. but really, you wish that you actually look that way.

i wonder if he was making a stab to the beautiful edie sedgewick?


now i'm in the mood to watch factory girl...

shot of fire

i.
you once told me you don't ever want to dream, you said you wouldn't live to see thirty.
i told you i am a dreamer, and that i'll live forever.

ii.
the next time i saw you, you reached for the stars.
you swore you learnt how to dream.
i knew you were lying through your pin prick eyes,
but i pretended to play your game.

iii.
a shot of heroin gave you the chance to fly,
it gave you freedom, and love, and hope.
it filled your soul with fire.
i could only wait for you to burn out,
and i'd be the one collecting your ashes.

iv.
you never did live to see thirty.

i like to grab you by the hair...and drag you to the devil.

i finally got my hands on the debut album 'horehound' from the dead weather after hassling poor sophie for a long longgg time.

the dead weather consists of the musical genius jack white on drums & vocals (a little odd, white has always been a leading man) from the white stripes and the sabotuers, the lady with the voice i envy - alison mosshart of the fucking kills doing vocals, jack lawrence playing bass from the sabotuers and dean fertita on guitar of the sabotuers and currently of queens of the stone age. this ahmazzzinggg combination reflect on the album, you can hear each band member's influence.

the collarboration of these brilliant musicians happened on the kills/sabotuers tour (in two shows the black keys played instead of the sabotuers, kinda wishing i lived in britain last summer for these gigs...) when white got bronchitus, having mosshart step in for vocals in the sabotuers. tadah, here was the initial birth of the dead weather.


'hang you from the heavens', ze first single and film clip.


'60 feet tall' - i think this song is particularly influenced by mosshart, having a particular kills sound. if i was to hear this on the radio, initially i'd jump to the conclusion the kills have released a new album.


hands down 'i cut like a buffalo' is the most addictive track on the album, with it's reggae feel and such.


'bone house'


'treat me like your mother' in which triple j have been flogging.

it's a cruel, cruel world to face on your own.

the new album from the gossip 'music for men':


best song on the album equals dimestore diamond


heavy cross, also the current single off the album. it is a crazy film clip.

i would kill for beth ditto's voice, she has got some fucking strength.

birfday girlette

i have come to a conclusion that this year may just have been the BEST birthday I have had in my short 17 years on planet earth.

my 13th of july started with my sir brenley by my side, and the unwrapping of presents (this year i had requested mother-ann to not be lazy and to wrap my presents; to not just put them in a birthday bag. i quite enjoy being savage and ripping the pretty paper to find, gold?) where i got my bigggg warm british coat, uggys, nail polish, chocolate, incense and hippy things, jewellery and like every year...knickers and jammies.

i then retrieved leona, my best friend who moved up to the big city. we spent the afternoon sipping tea and reminising over our innocent and young days of being 13...bullshitting. we went into wollongong and ate cold rock omnom.

that night i went out to dinner and got fat with chinese with 20 or so of my beautiful friends. the manager was a grumpy bloke. later, broke my ankles in high heels travelling to mcdonalds for calories of desert.

my main men. <3!


fried icecream...cake? all eyes on me, and sing it. HAAAAAAAAAPPPYy BBBBBiiRRRFF...


i have always done things to difficult way. go around the table? no. i go under the table.

what i saw. everybodies knickers.


what everybody else saw. my knickers.
photo courtesy of kirsty stewart.
i guess that makes it even?

i spent the rest of the week having a four day bang with leona in sydney. to be continued...

p.s: i dyed my hair. red. to feel closer to ron. ron weasley.

the distortion of truth.

what validates truth?
reality seen through my eyes; in my mind this is the ultimate truth. what i see in my reality is only a distortion of my own perception of truth.

truth is a tinted lie; does this makes reality a lie and everything we have learnt to know?

come together 09

the 7th of june, was just the most incredible 24 hours.

DZ, children collide, villians of wilhelm, bliss n eso
<3<3<3
kram, wolf& cub, funkoars, philidelphia grand jury <3

the other bands on the lineup were decent, they kept me amused after all. the only downfall was not the standing and waiting for 7 hours at the front of the mosh pit and almost dying for dehydration, no. it was painfully watching something with numbers, my god - i have never been so bored in my life. but i suppose jake griggs interpretation of irish dancing compensated as entertainment for that entire hour.

p.s: the dashing lead singer of villians of wilhelm, danny wilhelm jumped offstage only to land directly on top of myself, britty, bel, ashleigh and kirsty. getting crushed by a man of that agenda was an experience i'd relive.







p.s.s: this post was long due...only by 31 days.

depths of the ocean.

everything about the sea reminds me of my baby, brenley.
<3

excuse me while i light my spliff...

world's greatest video of all time

YOU ANIMALS

psychedelic?

bass strings by courtney joe and the fish.
i'm doing my viva voce for music, researching a little psychedelic music...

rebecca by daphne du maurier

"I suppose sooner of later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end."

i finally finished reading it.

pride.

a zeppelin phase.

i've been listening to quite a bit of led zeppelin lately...but hey. a guy i knew a long time ago once said to me "everybody has a zeppelin phase"...

ten minute phonecalls

i really don't like the ten minute phone calls where the person on the other end just talks and talks and talks. then ask how you are to be polite and courteous and to rid guilt. but then they keep talking and talking and talking and you keep listening and listening and listening. then they have what they need to talk about off their chest, "sorry i gotta go..." and they hang up without waiting to hear if you say goodbye or not because it really doesn't matter since they weren't listening to a word you said anyway. just as long as somebody is on the other line, just as long as they felt somebody listened, that is all that matters. and then your left feeling used and worthless, because nobody is listening out for you.

yeah. i really don't like those phonecalls.

sarah haynes

aw just aw

the most perfect picture.

binge drinking

this will always be the best film clip i have ever, everrrr watched.



i realized today after a little googling, they are playing at come together.

!!!!!!

arctic weather.

there isn't much to do in weather like this, it is so so so cold and pouring rain.
i'm writing leona, and listening to the beautiful david gray.

experience it. enjoy it. just don't fall for it.

i watched almost famous for approximately the 43rd time in my lifetime. i just cannot seem to get sick of it! the most brilliant context, the most brilliant storyline, the most brilliant casting, the most brilliant script and the most brilliant soundtrack.
i just wish i was penny lane.

"i always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriously, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends. "

the mess hall

in town tonight, with another of sanity's ridiculous sales i discovered the mess hall's 'devil's elbow' after a little scavenging...



i've known them for the song lock and load off the 'ivy league record; ten years in the trenches' compilation.
this song makes me want to bounce around off walls and all...



but but but BUT i half expected this album to be very ordinary, every song quite similar although completely satisfying when your in a 'mess hall mood'.
boy, i was wrong.
i put it on and listened to it with brenley...all i could say was: "fuck man, this is so fucking good". i just said that over and over and over and over after each and every song. lady of many words...

pulse
"fuck man, this is so fucking good"


buddy
"fuck man, this is so fucking good"


be not a man
"fuck man, this is so fucking good"


cookie.
already i can't stop listening to this song. despite the rest of the album is fucking mindblowing, THIS song, THIS is THE song which makes this album. if this album was just horrible, but had this song on it, in all honesty i wouldn't give a fuck. 'cause this is gold.
i really, really, really dig cookie.
"fuck man, this is so fucking good"



all i'm left thinking is...fuck man, this is so fucking good.

i can't seem to take this song off repeat.

and the film clip is just out of this realm, amazing.

lust for music.

"Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead."
- Benjamin Disraeli

mi goreng

i heart mi goreng. thankyouthankyouthankyou larissa for feeding me these noodles.

and while we are talking about food. last night, on our cravings of food..we as in kymmy, becca, steven, scott and moi walked down to the kebabby shop at the late hours of the night. i am still recovering from the greasy motherfucker...eeeughgh aarrrrrrrrrrrrrrhh.

movies tonight with my brenley. we might be seeing observe and report. should be full of the lols, you can't go wrong with seth rogan. i'm excited to seee my boy. mwaaaaaa!


i barely take photos of myself.

viva voce

i picked up viva voce's album, 'the heat can melt your brain' for $2 at sanity after i had a impulse for new music...
why the fuck was this $2? stupid sanity. i've been listening to this album a lot, it's brilliant. different, lyrically kicks ass, i likey likey.
they are an american indie band, and this album is really quite mellow but with a dark texture. the delicacy and innocence of anita's voice, contrasted with the heavy melancholic feel of the music makes magic.

oh la la...and wikipedia tells me they toured with the shins...cool...
they have a new album 'rose city' which was released last month, and three others which i may have to get my hands on, scavange around a bit.


three song i basically have on repeat:
lesson no.1


the lucky ones


high highs

the forever unsatisfied human thirst.

it's the human condition to want more and more. we are never, and can never be satisfied with what we have; whether this is a material item or a state of mind, it's never enough to feed eternal happiness. can you ever be content with sitting still, leaving things untouched?

no, never.