I'm hardly ruthless.
ENS, United States Navy.
♥Joshua. Music. Prelude&BRZ.
That's all I need.
Loyal to a fault.
This is an anything goes kind of thing.
Brand New&Crime in Stereo own my soul.
I know it’s old new. In my defense, 2013 was a pretty disconnected year for me. But I am really way too upset about this.
I get these crazy ideas in my head when I try to distract myself from the real world. It gives my faith that my imagination maybe does still exist post-college (I’ve been saying for years that college destroyed my creativity). Anyway, I hear covers of songs done in my own style that always seems to involve acoustic guitars, pianos, and a cello. Today it was a cello cover of Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance”, and acoustic guitar/piano covers of Sum 41’s “Fat Lip” and Backstreet Boys’ version of “Set Adrift on Memory Bliss.” I don’t know where these things come from, but I can’t wait to get into a house where I can have a room to devote to these things. Until then, I just have to wait for my salvation from this monotony.
Fuck. It’s crazy how you die a little when the person who used to be your best friend can up and move halfway around the world without so much as saying goodbye. Well, I guess I have The Troubled Stateside on white vinyl for sale…
― Winston Churchill (via psych-quotes)
War-Crime in Stereo
One of their most underrated songs
Past due posting this. I’m still as in love with this song as the first time I heard it.
Crime in Stereo - Love
So wise so young do never live long.
It seems like I grew up as it grew dark
And I decided I no longer wanted to write about what keeps us apart.
And I’m not surprised, I’ve spent all this time just singing
“God send cigarettes and purpose to guide this life.”
And this is what I wanted, but all my prayers distorted.
A dream come true and it’s nicotine and disappointment.
And I’m not surprised.
I’ve spent all this time singing,
“God send the softest flesh to ease the stress of this troubled mind.”
So waded lavishly through sin, traded amnesty for skin…
Haven’t seen sex and respect in the same place ever since.
Oh, look what nightmares these prayers become.
God sent employment, culture, combat to occupy the young.
Oh, how the vacant voicemails and anti-depressants can make you forget…
I’m nothing without my influences.
Nothing without my friends.
Can’t help but love this life again.