#Peter Silberman

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Green to Gold by The Antlers & Okkervil River, live on KEXP

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Lena Headey and Bruce Davison in TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES // 1.07 “The Demon Hand”

[iamtryingtobelieve]

Suddenly every machine stopped at once And the monitors beeped the last time Hundreds of thousands of hospital beds And all of them empty but mine

Well, I was lying down with my feet in the air Completely unable to move The bed was misshapen, and awkward and tall And clearly intended for you

You checked yourself out when you put me to bed And tore that old band off your wrist But you came back to see me for a minute or less And left me your ring in my fist

My hair started growing, my face became yours My femur was breaking in half The sensation was scissors and too much to scream So instead, I just started to laugh

[starlitevening]

Happy (late) Impermanence day to those who celebrate (me and like 5 people)

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ahimsa cover by the antlers my beloved. it hath reawakened the 17yo me who really wanted to get a tattoo of share silence/chère silence

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Cowboy Sadness -Selected Jambient Works Vol.1 (2024)

É muito mais fácil ouvir do que escrever sobre Selected Jambient Works Vol.1. Mesmo assim, tal a magia do que se sente nesse álbum, resolvemos arriscar. Se vos parecer etérea, a escrita, lembrem-se do verso de Sá-Carneiro: “É no ar que ondeia tudo! É lá que tudo existe!” Pode ser que assim faça mais sentido este texto.

É muito mais fácil ouvir do que escrever sobre Selected Jambient Works Vol.1. Mesmo assim, tal a magia do que se sente nesse álbum, resolvemos arriscar. Se vos parecer etérea, a escrita, lembrem-se do verso de Sá-Carneiro: “É no ar que ondeia tudo! É lá que tudo existe!” Pode ser que assim faça mais sentido este texto. Aqui há tempos, há quase um ano, e nestas mesmas páginas, escrevemos sobre o…

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Pont a napokban jutott eszembe, kerestem valami reakciósgifet

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Teri Garr, Gene Wilder, Marty Feldman, Peter Boyle, and Mel Brooks in “Young Frankenstein” (1974).

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bear - the antlers

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Recorded this live performance of “It’s Later Than You Think” with the lovely souls of The Wild Honey Pie and Chromoscope! Get a load of my beautiful friends in the band: that’s Peter Silberman on electric guitar (we also wrote the song together!), Oscar Albis Rodriguez on bass, and Zach Jones on drums. 

Massive thanks to the rad people who came together to make this video: 

Directed and edited by Chromoscope Pictures

Engineered and mixed by Pete Hanlon

Hair and makeup by Nicole Ruggeri

Photography by Noel McGrath

Produced by Eric Weiner

Associate Produced by Lucy Dunning

The Wild Honey Pie Productions

thewildhoneypie.com

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Hunter College is part of the City University of New York (CUNY) system. Last year, students from Hunter College's Silberman School of Social Work circulated a letter calling for Silberman to “rescind its support for anti-Palestinian and Islamophobic statements issued by Hunter College and CUNY leadership” and demanding the school endorse the Not On Our Dime! campaign as well as the BDS movement. More recently, the CUNY Palestine solidarity encampment that was located on the City College of NY (CCNY) campus was violently raided at the beginning of this month.

Students at the Silberman School of Social Work graduation ceremony turn their back in protest to Dean Mary Cavanaugh as she takes the podium. They briefly chant *Free Palestine* as people applaud the Dean's words, but mainly stand silent.

-- Peter Hambrecht, 30 May 2024 12:39pm EDT

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Earl Boen Dies: 'The Terminator' Actor was 81 - Variety

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TERMINATOR: THE SARAH CONNOR CHRONICLES // 1.07 “The Demon Hand”

[iamtryingtobelieve]

In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up

When a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."

He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted

And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted:

To hear that there was nothing that I could do to save you

The choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you

Something in my throat made my next words shake

And something in the wires made the light-bulbs break

There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling

It opened up the scars that had just finished healing

It tore apart the canyon running down your femur

I thought that it was beautiful, it made me a believer

And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room

But I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew

When I reappeared and tried to give you something for the pain

You came to hating me again and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare

You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair

Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying

They should have listened, they thought that you were lying

Your daddy was an asshole and he fucked you up

Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up

And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating

"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy

Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping

When we moved here together we were so disappointed

Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed

It killed me to see you getting always rejected

But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected

I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes

I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night

I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight

But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door

Coming back like you always do

Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can

You say that "No one's gonna listen, no one understands."

And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through

There's no other witnesses, just us two

There's two people living in one small room

From your two half-families tearing at you

Two ways to tell the story, no one worries

Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry

Two people talking inside your brain

Two people believing that I'm the one to blame

Two different voices coming out of your mouth

While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout...

[starlitevening]

BABE WAKE UP AHIMSA FULL BAND VERSION RELEASEDFSFSGSGS

[shinjukustyle]

its hard to rate my fav concerts ever but seeing peter silberman play the entirety of hospice acoustically in a church is in my top 3 probably. elvis depressedly and tv girl together fucking ruled also. and otoboke beaver/drinking boys and girls choir just before covid was so fucking good i still have the guitar pick from that somehwere