When you’re born somebody should just slap a sticker on you – ‘Get hurt pal.’
Brian Fallon http://themusic.com.au/interviews/all/2014/07/30/gaslight-anthem-by-benny-doyle/
noise dept.
Today's Document
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
The Bowery Presents
hello vonnie
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Doug Jones
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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One Nice Bug Per Day

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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taylor price
art blog(derogatory)
The Bright Sessions
EXPECTATIONS

Jimmy Eat World
KIROKAZE
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When you’re born somebody should just slap a sticker on you – ‘Get hurt pal.’
Brian Fallon http://themusic.com.au/interviews/all/2014/07/30/gaslight-anthem-by-benny-doyle/
Wooderson + Long Intro
Benny looks super zoned out
Yes, it's really happening.
http://newalbumreleases.net/67505/the-gaslight-anthem-get-hurt-2014/
Remember to buy the cd on the 12th!
Listening to this every day until Get Hurt :D
Alice?
Patrick Jane
Patrick Jane
Years and years, Lost love, red blood, Husband in a cage. By the books? How blithe he looks, Deranged how he behaves. Eyes unwise and bloodied minds, Everyone he reads. Ways uncouth, he finds red truth In everything he sees. Beyond reason, To new life, numb, Exhausting every lead, All to kill the blood-red man, The righteous kill he needs.
Red John
Red John
Twelve dead wives And twelve red grins, Puppets dancing On his strings. No loose ends, No one sings, Murder’s nothing, His plaything. It’s a game: The hack and slash, Red hand versus Voice of wrath. Back again, Jane, Back to stay. Best to smile Back and play.
His Name Is Jaime
These last words the Mad King said: "Burn the men and burn their wives, Melt the children, End their lives. And when the worms are ashen, Dead, Bring to me Your father's head." Jaime was there at it's end, A madman's rule He'd not defend. Those last words the pyro spake Made him a vampire To a stake. "Kingslayer! The vilest man In all the land!" Speak not those wicked words. As I can And you must understand His name is Jaime, A feeling man.
Zabuza
With misty eyes, unholy speed, The heartless man makes fat cats bleed. What means the name To which The monster made was chained: "The Demon of the Mist?" Killer of ten thousand, Or angel in our midst? Blackhearts, turn and run, For Zabuza devours. Not a heartless man’s redemption, But a hero’s final hour.
When The Ship Comes In
La Bestia
Blood on my lip, Blood on the floor, There's a ghost in my head And a knock at the door. Outside they stood, A troop of sly urchins, The quickest of runaways Of a traveling circus Whose brothers were gone And fathers had drowned And moms were a-sleepin' All over town. In they all came, All forty-three, Pushin' and shovin' And locked up with me. Blood on my teeth, Blood on the floor, There's ghosts in this house And a creak in the door.
I will admit I'm awful at scrawling words