Where the Zoo Ends

getting-sodas:

Boomboxes and Dictionaries | The Gaslight Anthem

And if you’re scared of the future tonight,
We’ll just take it each hour one at a time
It’s a pretty good night for a drive,
So dry up those eyes

musikistmacht:

Alkaline Trio- Mercy Me

<sub>It’s been a long day living with this
It’s been a long time since I felt so sick
I took a long walk straight back home
I coulda walked back to San Francisco
I used to long for time alone
I used to long for a place of my own
And I’m losing faith in everything
I’m lost, so lost, I’m lost at sea, you see

I used to long for broken bones
I used to long for a casket to call my own
I never had a problem facing fear
But I’m done; over and out, my dear, and-

Oh, Mercy me! God bless catastrophe!
There’s no way in hell we’ll ever live to see through this
So drive yourself insane tonight, it’s not that far away
And I just filled up your tank earlier today

It’s been a long day living with this
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so sick
I took a long walk straight back home
I could have walked back to Chicago
I used to long for time alone
I used to long for a place of my own
And I’ve lost faith in everything
I’m lost, so lost, I’m lost without you</sub>

365 Days of Nothing || Sore Eyelids

I shouldn’t ever be alone. When I’m lonely, you’re always on my mind.

Always on my mind.

craigskrew:

The only girl I’ve ever loved

Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive 
One evening 1945

jimmypagesbellybutton:

Black Dog - Led Zeppelin 

gangreneandmean:

I Hate Myself // Kind Of Long Way Down

Crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor. Said, “I don’t know,” then didn’t say anymore. She used the window instead of the door. Now I’m alone up on the fourteenth floor. But I’m not high, i’m not high. She said good-bye, and I don’t know why.

camelbucks:

Power Chord Blues by Dangers

Liars. Liars. All you bands should just retire. You sing the songs of hypocrites. Like nuns with guns or chicks with dicks. Two. Four. Six. Eight. Buy our shit and regurgitate. I’m so bored with all of us. Kill yourselves. Please. I’m down here on my knees. I’m begging darlin’ ease my worried mind. What makes you think you have something to say that has not been said in a much better way? I’ve got power chord blues, ears jammed with feedback. Songs with no soul and even less of a sack. Went to the record store and what the fuck did I find? Thousands of records by thousands of kids with overpriced budgets but not one hint of a mind. Ludwig would be crying.Cash would slit your throat. Dee Dee wound up dying. Biz would hate your flow. Talk, talk, talk, talk but you’ve nothing to say. My headphones hate you. Silence is golden when you sound like my shit. My stereo hates you. Say something new or say nothing at all. My eardrums hate all you Guitar Center punks with broken record syndrome. Songs of straight edge and friends, shit we already know. What’s the point? Knock, knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s me! Every song from 1983. I heard myself on your LP’s. No way! I did! It couldn’t be! See, we mix Cro-Mags with The Clash! Well it sounds like every other piece of trash. Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want something new? Take back 1983. While you’re at it, take the rest of punk rock, too. I want more.

dustycas:

COKE BUST - DEGRADATION

getting-sodas:

Ceremony - a blight on mental health

drive your car through the house
jump ten stories to greet the crowd
before the passion descends to gray
all the colors
turn to residual waste

adropofmilk:

The Antlers - I Don’t Want Love

I’m hopelessly hopeful, you’re just hopeless enough

boesthius:

joie de vivre // going to a going away party

there wasn’t a drastic change in how you looked at me
you seemed more aware
more focused

more defeated.

ialwaysneversaidthat:

Shook Ones- “Sheep Vs. Lynx”

kevinxcastle:

1, 2, 3, 4

Too loud to hear what you was thinking. Somehow I knew I would be sleeping alone tonight, but I feel that’s alright.

Could you still walk home with me? I don’t wanna be wondering. 

tygerthedestroyer:

“I’m gonna kill your fucking boyfriend”

soothing lyrics by Mikey Erg.

postcardofapplecores:

brand new // the boy who blocked his own shot

you are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold
pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
spring keeps you ever close, you are secondhand smoke
you are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
holding onto yourself the best you can

you are the smell before rain,
you are the blood in my veins

this album is ten years old

ten years of me being a sad little kid.

pitypartypoorme:

Jawbreaker - Condition Oakland

sick-of-fun:

SWEET WEAPONS // Settle Down