#meaning it

[eartrumpet]

Someone wrote and performed many great songs. He did *not* let escaped tapirs deter him. An unstoppably determined fellow. Elvis Costello here performs the taut No Dancing to great effect. Hauntingly powerful. From his first album. Here performed at Eric’s Club, in Liverpool.

Then, onward to Rockpalast, where Elv & The Attractions burn the mother down, with Pump It Up and You Belong To Me. Damn. Somebody appears to mean it. 1978.

[earbassoon]

That’s right; it’s The Clash. They’re a music combo. Leading off, it’s Clampdown, circa 1980. It appears that they mean it. We now leap forward to 1982 and some perfectly timed and executed headgear removal, with Career Opportunities.

And lastly, the furious Janie Jones, performed in the year 1977.

Alright!

[ergoproxy04]

I can't even describe that feeling going through your mind, heart, and soul when someone says those words you have said to everyone but nobody ever said to you: "no matter what, I'll always stay with you"

[culturedaze]

Meaning It

Apparently, it stands out to people that I mean what I say. But... of course I mean what I say. I didn't know it was a choice. Even since I was small (cuando era joven {sorry, my mind is starting to become dually compatible with Spanish}), my words I have considered a mark of who I am.

I figure that you only have so many words left, so many syllables that will pass from your lips into eternally reverberating sound waves. So use them wisely, treasure them for what they can be, a medium of expression far beyond the influence that you might imagine for yourself. Words have power. Mean them when you use them.

Words are my calling card, and they always have been. They describe me. The weight of my words is the weight of my world.

Some folks can create artful tapestries. I weave words.

[hysteriarama]

Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?

- Sarah Kane, 4:48 Psychosis

(Sometimes I get sick of cute, I get sick of reclaiming teen girl camp, and I just want to read Sarah Kane and Ariana Reines and Antonin Artaud and Jackie Wang, I just want everything to be awful and violent because tenderness seems like it's mocking me. I felt the same way when I was fifteen. I didn't want to be playful or silly, I wanted my rage to be taken seriously, I wanted to play Lady Macbeth and Medea, not Juliet. I wanted to be publicly tragic)

[existing-on-the-moon]

Meaning Something..

One thing is to say something, but another thing is to actually mean what you say.

[cybershan]

Singing Enrique Iglesias' 'Do you know?' and meaning every fucking word.