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The Penitent Magdalene, Francesco Lupicini / Avocado, Baby, Los Campesinos
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis
Confidences, Frank Bramley / Knee Deep At ATP, Los Campesinos!
And then we’ll maybe drown in Dewey decimals / But leave our shoes outside the door ‘cause that was the point
The Swiss Alps At The Earl’s Court Exhibition, Philip Wilson Steer / Don’t Tell Me To Do The Math(s), Los Campesinos!
We’re feeling so much more content knowing where our allegiances lie.
The First Cloud, Sir William Quiller Orchardson / All Your Kayfabe Friends, Los Campesinos!
Here’s a confession. I mis-hear this song lyrics every time. So before you ask, I do know that the lyric is “the story of the winter i forgot how to speak / my mind was like a nation’s flag, but my breeze was too weak” but I couldn’t help myself and I made this how I hear it. I would change it right now if I could, but all of these have to be made in advance because my laptop can’t actually make them and I have to steal one off my friend. Sorry about that!
Room Overlooking The Harbour, James Tissot / This Is A Flag. There Is No Wind., Los Campesinos!
I’ll bind you and gag you and all’s well that ends, I suppose
Au lit- Le baiser, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec / I Warned You Do Not Make An Enemy Of Me, Los Campesinos!
another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
miss anna alma-tadema, sir lawrence alma-tadema / 5 flucloxacillin, los campesinos!
and if you want a list of all her favorite bits / the next time i am free quite comprehensively / i will scrawl them all down for you as an apology
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema,The Roses of Heliogabalus (Detail) / Songs About Your Girlfriend - Los Campesinos!
There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats
Homeward Bound, Joseph Farquharson To Tundra, Los Campesinos
We all know we’re gonna die / We’re a speck of dust in a bad god’s eye
Self Portrait, Rex Whistler / A Portrait Of The Trequartista As A Young Man, Los Campesinos!
I have known friends to crack from love’s weight / Blossom in ribcage, until their backs break
The Harlequin, Mabel Nicholson / Avocado, Baby, Los Campesinos!
Piled up with the cotton buds, among the toothpicks, inside the dark of the dustbin
Au Jardin, Femme à la Pivoine, Émile Schuffenecker / For Whom The Belly Tolls, Los Campesinos!
Wake up, I’ll tell you everything honestly: / “Hirwain, Minny, Tewkesbury, or Brook Street / What I’d not give just to have another week”
Le Passage, Kay Sage / Here’s To The Fourth Time!, Los Campesinos!
Sad eyes for sad goodbyes
Judith Beheading Holofernes, Caravaggio / This is a Flag. There is No Wind, Los Campesinos!
I love this blog so much!!
thank you! i’m sorry i haven’t updated in ages, life kind of hit me over the head, but i’ll try and do more stuff soon!
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit.
Hotel By A Railroad, Edward Hopper / I Just Sighed. I Just Sighed, Just So You Know, Los Campesinos!
Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly, like parenthesis
Confidences, Frank Bramley / Knee Deep At ATP, Los Campesinos!