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500daysmusic:

If you live in the Orlando area, you should stop by. 7-8:30.

One of my favorite songs. Remember when we heard that Vampire Weekend song in this version?

I see you shining your way
Go on go on go on

"Aurora" - Foo Fighters

"Magazine" - David Bazan Band 11.28.2012 @ The Social, Orlando, FL

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad have lived in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good have lived in arrogance
And there’s a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there’s a steady flow
Moving to and fro

Oh, look you earned your wings
Are you an angel, now
Or a vulture
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for the big mistake

Oh, my God, what have I done?
Oh, my God, what have I done?

Wouldn’t you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
How does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?

"Eating Paper" - David Bazan Band 11.28.2012 @ The Social, Orlando, FL

By now you probably have noticed and I’m so relieved
To see while you have been leaving me deep
That my younger sisters and brothers have all grown to be
Stronger and smarter than you would believe

But like all good things it did not last
Your appetite returned so fast
And just in time for supper

Why would I sweat your confession
What you claim to be
When I see the fruit as it hangs on the tree

Now this may be the rare occasion where high tide lifts all boats
I’m keeping my head down under the water
‘Cause man I gotta get there on my own

I’ve done all you have required still you feel the need
To quiz me on books I did not claim to read
Well alright, John Henry dies in a tunnel, hammer in his hand
Steam drill lives on to make fools of every man

When I lived alone I did as I pleased
Eating paper, I swung from the trees
But like all good things it did not last
Your appetite returned so fast
And just in time for supper

"Options" - David Bazan Band 11.28.2012 @ The Social, Orlando, FL

We were walking, holding hands
With our bare feet in the sand
And the seagulls overhead
When I broke the spell and said

“I could never divorce you
Without a good reason
And though I may never have to
It’s good to have options”

But for now, I need you

But it was only in my head
Because no one ever says
What they really mean to say
When there’s so much at stake

So I told her I loved her
And she told me she loved me
And I mostly believed her
And she mostly believed me

Releasing my album next Tuesday.

Releasing my album next Tuesday.

St. Vincent performing Krokodil while crowd surfing.

This is a great version of “Revolution”.

Rosenquest. (Taken with instagram)

Rosenquest. (Taken with instagram)

I couldn’t get it to work on the page itself, so I’m posting it here to listen to it.

Revolution - John Butler

"Gaston Ave" - Astronautalis

Call you up upon the telephone, no one answer
Call again, it rings, I call again
I think of stopping by or stopping in
But never leave home

Tripping back and forth between the bar and home
And looking back and forth at what I done
Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings

Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again
Climbing up the slang on stalls of friends
Somethin’ ‘bout the better times at night and baby Jesus

Your letters are the ladder I climb rung by rung
To claw my way up to the gates of Heaven
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone
Gives me the map that I’ll follow back home, back home

Follow back home, back home

Send me home, take me home, I gotta get, I gotta go
Cut me up, cut me off, kick me out
I’m busy man, I got a schedule to keep

Where’s my data, where’s my gun and where’s my hat
I’m madder than a… where’s my phone and where’s the fax
Can’t look past you’re hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree

Tell me one more time and tell me once more, promise that I’ll listen
But I can’t be promis-isn’ I’ll be baking cakes
Or building you no castles by the sea

Good little lady, you driving me crazy
Why don’t you swing my way and find your seat
Your lipstick is lazy your eyes are all hazy
There’s somethin’ behind the whiskey whispers you speak

That rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep

(There must be something terribly wrong with me)
(Sometimes I feel like I haven’t learned anything)

"I Have Loved You Wrong" - The Swell Season

Forgive me lover
For i have sinned
For i have done you wrong

For i have hurt
Beyond repair
When tears occurred
No i didn’t care

Forgive me lover
for i have sinned
for i have loved you wrong

But this estranged organ in my chest
Still beats for you
It will not rest, so
Meet me in our secret place
When the time has come

And rest your head
In my lap
And i’ll lead you out of your own trap
And i’ll show you how much
You have missed through the
Time we weren’t right

So forgive me lover
For i have sinned
For i have let you go

But you’ve been every now and then on my mind
You’re every now and then on my mind
You’re on my mind

I love his speech in between the songs.

"The River, The Woods/Gaston Ave (Live)" - Astronautalis

Where ever we go, we’ll never be lost,
follow the compass, or we follow the cross
Me, I follow roads compulsively, till sirens call me off.
Then I wander, eyes closed, following songs
Rivers are hymnals, and the leaves are applause
trees singing, whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart,
If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.

Yup.
No access seen these woods since before your father stood
The path is beaten good, but i fear for that wander through it.
Old growth, holds hope, let the brambles scrape your skin
Scars are storybooks, the blood will wash away your sins.

Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise
Following no footsteps, listen for the true gods
The woods will play tricks upon pretty blue eyes
Is that plymouth a river, or your village finally brought back to life?

Follow me tonight, I’ll show you what’s it like
to be alive.

I know it seems like we’re all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
know the unknown,
know the unknown.
Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong,
We can follow this river right back to your home
back to your home,
back to your home.

We haven’t seen a sign for 100 years before this day
packing up supplies, preparing for a long trip
They may not survive, but many of them know this,
They would rather die, than to leave the question open.

So this is why we try? We bet it all on hopeless?
And swim against the tide till until our every bone is broken
a sinking ship is still a ship, no captain supposed to move
Till the crew is flew, crow’s nest slips silent beneath the ocean
we set sail without an anchor, we count upon that never stop
An anchor’s just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drop
It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the back of it.
It’s stable to be able to slip out from under devil’s thumb

Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung,
postcard printed paper, and love notes from the lattice strung
blessed are the vagrant, the lonely are the static ones,
It’s every drifter’s confirmation this world is just ravishing.

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Call you up upon the telephone, no one answer
Call again, it rings, I call again
I think of stopping by or stopping in
But never leave home

Tripping back and forth between the bar and home
And looking back and forth at what I done
Collected bottle caps and soggy scraps of high life label peelings

Running tabs, a running up and down the walls again
Climbing up the slang on stalls of friends
Somethin’ ‘bout good times tonight and baby Jesus

Your letters are the ladder I climb rung by rung
To claw my way up to the gates of Heaven
The sketches and scratches you draw drunk and alone
Gives me the map that I’ll follow back home, back home

Follow back home, back home

Send me home, take me home, I gotta get, I gotta go
Cut me up, cut me off, kick me out
I’m busy man, I got a schedule to keep

Where’s my data, where’s my gun and where’s my hat
I’m madder than a… where’s my phone and where’s the fax
Can’t look past you’re hacking at the forest but you never hit a tree

Tell me one more time and tell me once more, promise that I’ll listen
But I can’t be promis-isn’ I’ll be baking cakes
Or building you no castles by the sea

Good little lady, you driving me crazy
Why don’t you swing my way and find your seat
Your lipstick is lazy, your eyes are all hazy
There’s somethin’ behind the whiskey whispers you speak

That rocks me to sleep
Rocks me to sleep

(There must be something terribly wrong with me)
(Sometimes I feel like I haven’t learned anything)



"Pachuca Sunrise (Live)" - Minus the Bear

Midnight on a beach on the Mediterranean
And I miss you
Even here, taking it all in
The sand, silvered, carries the moon
On its shoulders
Is it possible to put this night to tune
And move it to you?

Don’t cry, I’ll bring this home to you
If I can make this night light enough to move

Cargo ships move by
Tracking on the horizon line
There’s a luster from the city lights
On the waves that kiss our feet
And we’re thinking of going in
The times getting thin

This is a city for not sleeping
And the clocks are set by feel
At those moment from where I sit
None of it seems real

"Whirring (Live)" - The Joy Formidable

This much delight, fills columns to new heights
All these things about me you never can tell
Colors run prime, paint a picture so bright
All these things about me you never can tell
You make me sleep so badly invisible friend

Turn the dial on my words
I can feel they fall short
Turn the dial, chime alarm, chime alarm
Watch these hands move apart
Turn the dial on my words

I can see you staying here

Fierce steps shadow, life’s will gone shallow
All these things about me you never can tell
You make me sleep so badly, invisible friend
You make me sleep so badly, invisible friend
You make me sleep so badly, invisible friend

Turn the dial on my words
I can feel they fall short
Turn the dial, chime alarm, chime alarm
Watch these hands move apart
Turn the dial on my words

I can see you staying here

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