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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
The Bowery Presents
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When your phone actually rings for the first time in years.
history teacher: what do we use roman numerals for
me: led zeppelin albums
Something [Voice] - The Beatles
I listened to this in the shower and it sounded like George was sitting on my bathroom floor singing to me I DIED
I've got chills...!
Happy Birthday George šāØ February 25 ( or 24 ) 1943
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Happy bday to my favourite Beatle.
I can check that off the bucket list. I get you Lorelai. #snow #ismellsnow #london #londontales #winter
A crazy cloud and the sun peaking just below it. I wonder if it's really going to snow this weekend... #london #meancloud #londontales
One year ago. I'll never forget how startled I was when I saw that text message. What a weird day it was. Blackstar, which was on repeat for the whole of the weekend, now had completely changed its meaning. Bowie, the Starman, had passed away. Yes, people die. But he was the first of my musical idols to die in my adulthood. The thing I'll never forget was the people in Brixton at that night - mourning, yes, but most of all celebrating. An idol, a musician, and, in many ways, a friend. Indeed a historical moment. #rip #inmemorian #davidbowie
playlist: I want you back (ps ur one of my fave blogs and best music taste)
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if you wanna - the vaccines || heart skipped a beat - the xx || i want you (sheās so heavy) - the beatles || anything - catfish and the bottlemen || i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
thank you so much!!!! youāre so lovely, thank you! š
I live in a horror movie. Or a noir? In any case, I'm fascinated by the fog. #london #londonfog #fog (at Highbury Fields)
character development (2009 x 2016)
Marine sunset with the moon. Or when Impressionism makes sense. #sunset #france #takemeback #flashbackfriday #nofilter
Sunset. #marseille #vacation #thesun #thesea (at Old Port of Marseille)
āFranz Schubert the composer said āthereās no such thing as happy musicā. I always got a kick out of that. Not because I think that music has to be sad but because I think when it most effective thereās an element of it operating within a spectrum that has neither āhappyā or āsadā at either end of it. Music with lyrics in a language you donāt understand or no lyrics at all has the power to send vehement shivers through your body. Itās almost as if the melody or something else in there has an invisible direct line to the depths of the subconscious. This interests me greatly.
I always wanted to use the word 'Coloramaā in a song ever since I saw Antonioniās Blow Up. It was an unplugged neon light at the back of my mind for years. Some lyrics are declarations of love or hate written in blood or carved in a bus stop, in need of little or no melodic illumination. Some, I believe, are there almost entirely to facilitate it. If I ever thought about it at all Iām sure I used to think the melody was the vessel that carried the lyrics but more recently it has occurred to me that the opposite is often true.
The problem with the neon sign analogy is that neon signs are invariably bolted to the wall and full of gas. Melody seems as though its poured rather than sprayed and doesnāt feel as though whatever holds it ought to be fixed to anything.
I sometimes imagine each word to be made using a three dimensional open-top glass alphabet. Each letter built to harness and transport the mirror ball liquid marble of the melody. When the 'substanceā fills up the syllables they seem to shimmer and become weightless. With the addition of close harmony I see colours swirl together, parts of the lyrics glow and the way in which they float suggests that something like the 'star gateā sequence from 2001: A Space Odyssey is happening deep inside them out of view.ā
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there is no reasonable explanation for a number of Alex Turnerās faces on a pink background.
These feel like those Disney prince's sketches where they teach you how to draw expressions and emotions...
Standing Male Nude With A Red Loincloth. Egon Schiele. 1914. āHeroesā Photoshoot. David Bowie. 1977.