salvador dali and walt disney-destino

what transpires when the spearheader of surrealist art collaborates with the chief of whimsical animation...a hodgepodge of contortion, distortion, materialization and dematerialisation. what happens when things in reality atrophy in surreality.

soulsavers-revival

Featuring Mark Lanegan...if you love this go purchase the album SuperWolf  by Bonnie 'Prince' Billy and Matt Sweeney NOW...support your local record store!

st.vincent-cruel

This, is Annie Clarke. Her eyes are eternally protruding, as if her faculty of curiosity is always open and malleable. Her docile yet ardent mannerisms coincide perfectly with the buoyancy of her vocals, and the symbiotic relationship between the two produces an effect that induces nothing short of stupor and reverie out of its listeners. I almost feel as if a harp should have been used in this song due to the video's cinematographic facets, but instead the electric guitar is the principal instrument and I find that to be, interesting. The song utilizes orchestral backing paired with poppy synths and an electric guitar that emits sounds that bear an eerie resemblance to scores that could quite possibly be found in either a 90's Disney film or an archetypal Christmas film. And while this may seem dissonant to the skeptical eye, the shrewd ear knows better.

young the giant-cough syrup

oh land-sun of a gun

taciturn acceptance

there's a cigarette hanging over there
do you see it?
on the tainted window sill
it disintegrates a little every day
and my heart
it goes with it
there's a phantom sitting over there
do you see it?
resting lethargically,in that chair
words he utters linger every day
yet I could barely 
hear him
The place stinks of aging gin
and I've seen all the 
furtive glances
I drink the air 
it's miasmatic
and I commence with 
midnight's dances 
The rain has molded my wooden floors
do you see them?
collapsing
the triumph of despair over love has won
can you see him?
advancing 
He's now begun his twilight exploits
what a shame 
he's been unshackled 
but who am I to resist such clout 
he's the tyrant 
of my conduit of darkness
and when he retreats 
i'll oblige him to return
because I thrive off of him
like a ravenous disease
and when we've both done our deeds
i'll embrace narcosis 
and let him, plant his seeds

fats domino-ain't that a shame

the king of rolling triplets and one of the first to cross over the charts

soulflower take me flying with you...

blackstar-respiration ft. common

Allow the buzz created within the vessel of your body induced by this song to lift you, and allow that reverberation to retrace the skyline. be one with this song, be one with your surroundings and breathe in. breathe in love breathe out ravenous hate. respire. respire.

viva voce-the future will destroy you

if you like the pixies, and a song that emits sounds that seem as if they could have only been produced via surfing through a tunnel at the speed of light...you'll thoroughly enjoy this

the kills-black balloon

farewell my, black balloon...may you drift peacefully in an eternal twilight...may your string be amputated so you are never anchored down to anything real again...tell the stars hello and tell them goodnight and tell them to shine on, even when you've deflated

greatness incarnate...and a velvet underground/andy warhol banana...
"Writing is a habit, an addiction, as powerful and overmastering an urge as putting a bottle to your lips or a spike in your arm. Call it the impulse to make something out of nothing, call it an obsessive-compulsive disorder, call it logorrhea. Have you been in a bookstore lately? Have you seen what these authors are doing, the mountainous piles of the flakes of themselves they're leaving behind, like the neatly labeled jars of shit, piss, and toenail clippings one of John Barth's characters bequeathed to his wife, the ultimate expression of his deepest self?"  -T.C. Boyle

mel torme-comin' home

Mel Torme exuding a debonair and dashing demeanor on the Judy Garland show grooving his way through a "bevy of beauts." they just don't come packaged the way they used to...

young man-up so fast

embrace waiting...don't allow disenchantment to ravage you

All motion is relative. Perhaps it is you who have moved away-by standing still
-Henry Drummond Inherit the Wind played by Spencer Tracy in the film adaptation

the brunettes-her hairagami set

if you're a fan of movies like "ghost world" and you love stop motion animation and artists like au revoir simone...you will love this...

sunvisor-sky dive

ethereal, lo-fi, summertimechill. absorb the translucent rays of the song as if your body were permeable and drift away.if you dig this, check out WASHED OUT or NEON INDIAN

grizzly bear-two weeks

credited to Gabe Askew. make sure to acutely observe the omnipresence of duality in this short. it's brilliant and really solidifies the meaning and impact of the song.

train of thought

A short film in paper by Leo Bridle & Ben Thomas.

flagpole sitta lipdub

watch out for the guy in the "silf" shirt.amazing.and they did this all in one take.

heart of chambers-beach house

just one of the many things that makes life worth breathing, living, loving and imploding for.

don't look back-she and him

directed by Jeremy Konner. fantastic 50's color palette fused with early 60's style dancing most likely made popular by none other than American Bandstand's Dick Clark. the guitarist is quite obviously a throwback to that old archetype of the indifferent, aloof, counterculture, "too cool for you" rebel and Deschanel is the epitome of that blithe and whimsical model girl of the late 50's/early 60's. in fact, it's almost as if i am watching an extremely modern "the jetsons" episode.

machete

love encapsulated in 5 minutes

old friends/bookends

preserve your memories, they're all that's left you see...

giorgio de chirico-mystery and melancholy of a street

orphan and iconic shadows as the phantoms of my mind. don't inquire of their origin. ambiguity is lucidity. let the ominous shadows of your past, present and future lurk in the chasms of your soul.restore your faculty of curiosity/wonder and regress to a child like state where nothing is too perilous and no one is too threatening. jettison all rationalism and serenity and surreality will be attained. 

"Bourgeois Pig"

This balmy afternoon I set my sights on a mighty bourgeois pig
He's a prize fighter I was told
and that heart I heard was mighty big
We meandered down the beaten paths
just he and I, were meant to last
Let us relieve ourselves of the weight of our heavy jaundiced souls
and bask me with your love, I can't bear it anymore 
He strummed the chords of his heart to me 
and I coulda sworn I'd seen a King
and as we floated in the dusk of night 
I coulda sworn I heard him sing 
we drank the wine
we hummed love's hymn
we plucked our souls
till lights went dim
I finally won the bourgeois pig
I finally won the bourgeois pig
-angelarose 2011

"Darkness"

 

Let this darkness consume me

And I, I will embrace it

Whispers lingering along the tip of my tongue

Hardly able to speak...so old yet so young

Residue left from last morning’s dew

Intertwined with my tears and yes, perhaps I’m a fool

So what is this word...LOVE...that I use so frequently?

Hope and faith present in the heart

And in my perpetual mumbling

Yes, I am a romantic...I am one with this world

And the monotonous hums that speak of young girls

Young girls in love...so jaded...so lost...

We are mocked with the howling and laughter...never love? I will not

You speak your wise tales...I have heard of them all

The snickering...smug smiles...I see you wish I would fall

Fall into an abyss...filled with tumult, despair

Its true this life is unjust, immoral, unfair

But what shall I do, as I sit here confounded?

Nothing, fixed stares, while darkness devours me...

-angelarose 2008

le fabuleux destin d'amelie poulain

chaque fois que je regarde cette scène, je pleure abondamment

Eskmo-Cloudlight

Cinematography is brilliant, editing is superb, thematically otherworldly. Nature amplified, humble yourself.

My Favourite Things

Directed by Edward Styles and music composed by Stephen Wright. Savor all your fortuitous encounters.

Blitzen Trapper-Fur

this is where i want to be...in collage form, doused in pastel hues, taking siestas underneath the elms with nothing but the sunlight diffused from the foliage and some morning dew on my skin

Bluebird

Certainly, one of the most prodigious musicians my ears have had the honor of hearing. Perfect clean finger picking and a crooning vocal style that some (people that are also perhaps not acolytes of Bob Dylan) may not vibe with, but a style that I find quite soulful and ardent. Enjoy.

cinnamon chasers-luv deluxe

Time doesn't stand still for anyone.Live spontaneously, appreciate every fragmented moment, and revel in even the banalities of life. I like that although this music video has sped up time and is driven by the pulsating beat of hand claps, it still manages to slow down for just a second and allow the viewer to appreciate life in all its seemingly mundane glory.

Henri Cartier-Bresson

What occurs when the accelerated velocity of time clings onto the absurdly brilliant mind of an artist.

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Beauty will be convulsive or it will not be at all. The aim is to hystericize until anything shackled by the bonds of normalcy disintegrates, dissipates, and transmogrifies into something revelatory and transcendent. Seek out the MARVELOUS, liberate the UNCANNY, and submerge yourself in the SUBLIME. Everything should transgress previously cemented barriers, bounds, and barricades. Free your mind, indulge, and love the disarray.


"convulsive beauty will be veiled-erotic, fixed-explosive, magic-circumstantial, or it will not be."-Andre Breton

haunting