Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
The Grateful Dead Are Alive
This is the sickest Grateful Dead remix I have ever heard. Mixed with lot kid favorites like Nas, 2pac, Notorious BIG, Redman, Ol' Dirty Bastard & Mos Def,and more! Stay grateful here.
Tomorrow, I'll Do Pretty Much The Same
Some folks would be happy just to have one dream come true
But everything you gather is just more that you can lose.
indication of celebration
gangster,
headies,
hippie love,
humboldt,
kidz,
life on the farm,
music,
organic,
raging,
random,
san francisco
The Passion of ZaZa

Passion is alive and lusting over you. This month ZaZa releases Cameo, an amazing combination of melodic spirals defined by chaos and beauty. Caressed with divine chants of ecstasy, ZaZa's sound will enchant and rapture any spirit who desires to love and be loved. With new additions like "The Call" and "Faith In The Faithless", ZaZa is the theme for your new love affair with life. Passionate, provocative and sexy. Listen and allow yourself to indulge.
Buy ZaZa's, Cameo, here.
indication of celebration
1990's,
art,
brooklyn,
girls who rock,
los angeles,
music,
new york,
the real oc
"Polly"
My mother text me the other day saying the following:
Heard Polly by Nirvana this AM. Forgot how great Kurt was. Have a great day.
She is right. Somehow I have forgotten the instigating cause of my teenage rebellion. The initiator who drew me to a life of non conformism. The sound that drove me to a lifestyle of alternative chaos and divine understanding of the pain of love and to simply live. Thanks Nirvana. I still smell like teen spirit.
Heard Polly by Nirvana this AM. Forgot how great Kurt was. Have a great day.
She is right. Somehow I have forgotten the instigating cause of my teenage rebellion. The initiator who drew me to a life of non conformism. The sound that drove me to a lifestyle of alternative chaos and divine understanding of the pain of love and to simply live. Thanks Nirvana. I still smell like teen spirit.
Stop Making Sense
Lost my shape-trying to act casual
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
I . . . Who took the money?
Who took the money away?
I . . . It's always show time
Here at the edge of the stage
And I, I, I, wake up and wonder
What was the place, what was the name?
We wanna wait, but here we go again...
I . . . takes over slowly
But doesn't last very long
And I, I, I, no need to worry
Everything's under control
O - U - T But no hard feelings
What do you know? Take you away
We're being taken for a ride again
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
She has the smoke in her eyes
She's moving up, going right through my heart
She's gonna give me surprise
Better than this, know that It's right
I think you can if you like
I got a girlfriend with bows in her hair
And nothing is better than that (Is it?)
Down, down in the basement
We hear the sound of machines
And I, I, I, I'm driving in circles
Come to my senses sometimes
Why, why, why, why start it over?
Nothing was lost, everything's free
I don't care how impossible it seems
Somebody calls you but you cannot hear
Get closer to be far away
Only one look and that's all that it takes
Maybe that's all that we need
All that it takes, all that it takes
All that it takes, all it takes
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
And she goes wherever she likes. (there she goes...)
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
Now everyone's getting involved
As we get older and stop making sense
You won't find her waiting long
Stop making sense, stop making sense...stop making sense, making sense
I got a girlfriend that's better than that
And nothing is better that this
(Oh is it? )
indication of celebration
art,
love,
music,
new york,
punk rock for life,
random,
words to live by
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