Alright so, seriously, I cannot understate how much I LOVE this album. Honestly speaking it has to be in my top 5 favorite albums of the past 5 years (if not all time) at least. The melancholy is just perfect. Although it was released last year I highly recommend this to you all: The Horrible Crowes - Elsie. <br> <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KmQXsRkmuSU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fi-a5OktorM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br> <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fxZS17IE_n8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
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a song from^: "Suicide Demo For Kara Walker" Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll. Plain brown wrapper in your pocket. Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, Woman? Now that you got it all...wrong... You got it all...Backwards Girl. Enter through the exit and exist through the entrance When you can. Seen you consort with your invisible manhole. Fool child, you're never gonna make it. New York City just wants to see you naked (And they will). Though they'd never say so. Wise, old, black and dead in the snow: My southern sister... "Sister, Sister" was the name of the band. Flesh and blood, my death close at hand! Sister, This is not about me and it's not about you, I swear! No hard feelings, nothing personal, soft sculpture rides the air, For free... Words words words... Longings longings longings... All in vain... Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain By the world, another proud American... And as proud Americans, we let it slide...away... Harmless little Negress, You got to say yes To another excess... Let's go for a ride today... In possession of eyes, that's it... In possession of eyes, that's it... A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above, A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love, These days... All that slender-wristed white translucent business Passes for love, these days... Mushhead genius Passes for love, these days... Four more years... Four more years... Four hundred more years of this **** (**** it)! I look up I see the North Star, I look up I see the North Star When I look up at the bar through these tears... Four white pillars, Yankee-style... All of America loves to lights his pipes... All of America live to light his pipe at night... To which Dixie responds - "Freeeee... Me..." And unlashes his sashes... Again... Maybe or maybe not ("fast forward" she said)... Maybe once the seed is sown ("fast forward" she said)... "This bird has flown south," she said. "Don't talk about the south," she said. It's not you, it's nothing personal, No hard feelings, nothing's there... Soft sculpture rides hard on the air... Now that you got it all...wrong... You got it all...backwards girl... Enter through the exit and exit through the entrance... When you can...
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Tanlines - Mixed Emotions but I've been stuck jamming this song, and Caetano Veloso in general, for quite a while in the car. <iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VBnZT6STSHA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>
Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself Am I really scared of passing away If it's today I hope I hear a Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline Rake in the cent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance With the other side may come soon And if I'm doomed, may the wound Help me mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And I'm sure not why I'm infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about Cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe cause I'm dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering whem I'mma rest And you're right, your brother was a brother to me And your sister's situation was the one that put me In a direction to speak of something that's realer than the TV screen By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like "it need to be told Cursing the life of 20 generations after her" so Exactly would have happened if I hadn't continued rappin Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four Fives, I count lives all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone Now am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? Kendrick Lamar the new king of the west coast
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Never thought I'd see Rick Rubin producing a ZZ Top album, but I'm liking it so far. Billy's playing never gets old. Ever.
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i don't know, they sound like they are trying too hard. i'll give it another try (i've listened to it start to finish 3-4 times). one of my other big problems is that the singer sounds like such a p***y.
