Watch this amazing story of a man who learned how to love unconditionally from his dog and their last moments together.
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Name : AJ
Age : 20
Location : Long Island, NY
Favourite Band/Artist(s) : Bloc Party, Anberlin, Grizzly Bear. Yeasayer, Taking Back Sunday. Too many to name!
Favourite Colour : Blue
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Grizzly Bear
—Sorry For The Delay
Lucy Rose-Night Bus
Her voice is so soothing!
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Bombay Bicycle Club-Dust On The Ground
Friendly Fires-Kiss of Life
Kiss of life!
Rub that line above the sand
I can see you closer
Closer than you'll ever be
Rub that line above the sand
I know you think it's over
Staring out into the sea
Don't let go, this could be so perfect.
Don't let go, if we hold onto it
Rub that line above the sand
Right before the tide comes
Washes you away from me
Oooooh kiss of life (2x)
Could you wave goodbye to sun?
The sea, the stars, the waves, the tide?
The wails inside, that life has died.
But all you need is a kiss of life
Rub that line out of the sky
I can feel the night crawl
A broken drum and tambourine
Rub that line out of the sky
I can see the clouds form
Taking shape in front of me
Don't let go, this could be so easy
Don't let go if you hold on to me
Rub that line out of the sky
Right before the sun falls
Oooooooh, Kiss of life (2x)
Kiss of life
Could you wave goodbye to sun?
The sea, the stars, the waves, the tide?
The wails inside, that life has died
But all you need is a kiss of life
Could you wave goodbye to sun?
The sea, the stars, the waves, the tide?
The wails inside, that life has died
But all you need is a kiss of life
Oooooooh, Kiss of life (2x)
Kiss of life
A thousand butterflies, your lips to mine
(repeat 3x)
Kiss of life
Ok I’m soo in the 80’s and listening to “Purple Rain” album by Prince. I love this guy!
He is fucking ADORABLE!!!!
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Deerhunter
—Vox Humana
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop.
Spending days ripping pictures from magazines, taping them to the walls of my prison.
I remember walking by the sand, each knob represented a different frequency range,
and I remember holding the hand of the skeleton prince and he swept me into his arms, and he, he had tremolo deep in the back of his black eye sockets, and he said,
“Do you want to come away with me into the pitch black pool?”
And I said, “I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…”
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The wind ripped through the trees and all the stained-glass windows rattled.
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop in 1927 -
And on the beach in the summer there were thunderstorms constantly, and they were unpredictable, nobody knew when they would come and nobody knew how long they’d last.
Sometimes they’d only last five minutes, and sometimes, weeks.
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop because I had nowhere to go
(one long weekend)
Stained-glass windows turning off and on and the tremolo in the back dark corners,
cobwebs stripped, mildewed.
I remember acoustic guitars and bells, I remember the cathedral.
I remember cassettes, cathedral.
I remember cassette cathedral.
I remember cassette cathedral.
