Dame una razón para no perder el control, dame una razón por que ya es muy tarde.
I can hear their noise, I can see their lights, the helicopters are coming down on me tonight…
Songs about cops being assholes will never get old.
The twisted and tortured yearning for love, searching for the sun in this fucking dirty world, no powers to control us.
Tension builds, then explodes. I am burning in the sun. Gutters flow red with blood. I need a place to feel safe.
Photographs and musings by C.C. Squire
"Wild Mountain" - Triple Mania II - Crash Worship
They wouldn’t understand it if we told them all the reasons, not that I think this deserves any kind of explanation.
Oh, to realize something is ending within us, feeling yourself disintegrate
I’m too stoked on too much music out right now to keep this blog exclusively for my photographic work. My friend brought this tasty 12 inch slab home from her trip to Belgium. She told me Belgium has some good record stores and if Amazon Hunt by Catholic Spray.is any indication of that, all you pretentious asshole record collectors will pay attention to the catchy sound of this band from Paris who lay down a thick whallop of punk-surf-damage with a side of synth-noise that is as refreshing as a New Orleans sno-ball in August. At least that’s how I remember them last night when I heard them for the first time on my return-trip to the Crescent City. Fans of Human Eye, the Spits, and Dead C take note.
Amazon Hunt by Catholic Spray
I took a record of pretty music I went down and baby you can tell I took a record of pretty music and now I’m putting it to you straight from hell.
So listen sweet Lord, forgive me my sin ‘Cos I can’t stand this life without all of these things Know I done wrong, but I’ve Heaven on Earth Know I done wrong, but I could have done me worse
All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.