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Music video to "Sing Me to the Street" by Brooklyn, New York-based deathrock and cowpunk band Bambara off of 2020 album Stray
Warning for some flashing imagery throughout
#cowpunk#goth cowboy#deathrock#sad boy#Bambara#Sing Me to the Street#Stray#music#music video#2020#Brooklyn New York#New York goth#New York punk#New York deathrock#East Coast goth#Youtube
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From Mickey Ralph's (the Good Omens Graphic Designer) website :) <3
#good omens#photos#hq photos#bts photos#bts#2ep1#2ep2#2ep3#2ep4#2ep5#2ep6#fun fact#sing#aziraphale's bookshop#bullet catch#mathbox#doctor who#tadfield advertiser#the wicked bible#give me coffee or give me death#elvis#soho#whickber street
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Vincent Price and Uncle Deadly singing "You've Got A Friend" - The Muppet Show (1977)
#vincent price#uncle deadly#the Muppets#muppet show#muppets#muppet#seseme street#puppets#singing#youve got a friend#song#bicon#this is so cute#and vinny is a doll as always#so handsome#so sexy#horror#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#gif#gifs made by me#gif set#my gifs#gifs
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Headcanon that the real reason Carmilla was so preemptively over Alastor being back in town was because between Rosie (excited), Vox (it’s complicated), and the rest of the Overlords (massive gossips. See Zestial.), he’s been the topic of pretty much every conversation in their social circle for the past month.
Alastor: I’m sure you’ve all been wondering where I’ve been.
Carmilla: No. No, I haven’t. And if I have to hear one more word about it, I am going to lose my goddamn mind.
(the three different betting pools running simultaneously were what pushed her over the edge)
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel carmilla#carmilla carmine#hazbin hotel rosie#hazbin hotel zestial#zestial morde#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel overlords#carmilla is SO DONE#Clara; poking her head in: Mom? did you see-#Carmilla: Yes.#Rosie; busting through her office door: CARMILLA!#Carmilla: I KNOW.#Zestial; sitting down next to her in bed that night: Didst thou-#Carmilla; covering her head with a pillow: YES! I HEARD ABOUT ALASTOR! VOX RAN UP AND DOWN THE STREETS IN FRONT OF MY OFFICE SINGING I#FOR LIKE AN HOUR#NOW LEAVE ME ALONE#Zestial says nothing else but quietly turns her cell phone ringer off when she’s not looking
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i think an AU where Ena and Akito become a singing team is fucking funnty
#specifically a TEAM because they'd never be singing partners#they probably think the other is too ass and cringe to be partners with#okay but seriously ena is talented at singing but she's half-assed at it plus she gave up art and akito kinda hates her for it#but then ena realizes how much she enjoys singing and the sibs team up to defeat an annoying guy together at a singing battle#then they become a team with the rest of the au unit but idk who that could be#maybe an and haruka#I think it would be fun if ena slowly started picking up art again#because it would be out of character for her to still not do art#she can't imagine her life without art after all#she'll do street art then :)#I also imagine she never met niigo and that's why she decided to sing instead#kinda sad to me but it's an au jwlwnek#project sekai#akito shinonome#ena shinonome#creationsekai was here#shinonome siblings#project sekai au
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In another universe Christine and Erik skipped town and they live happily together raising Gustave...
#poto#phantom of the opera#lnd#love never dies#christerik#erikstine#christine daae#erik poto#the phantom#gustave de chagny#i just be ramblin#Hey am I still hung up on Erik's dream in the book of just. Putting on a mask and getting married to his beloved and raising a kid and#having a normal domestic life?#MAYBE#Maybe I imagine a future where this worked out somehow#Where Erik has everything set up to live his perfect normal life#And honestly putting on that perfect mask turns out to be bittersweet as he doesn't...love it as much as he assumed#after all he'd only wanted to be accepted and to live normally rather than be feared (a wish to cover one's features out of a desire for#connection rather than a genuine hatred of them)#So I imagine Erik and Christine staying somewhere private or going on a private walk under the moonlight#and after such a long day‚ Christine tugs off the mask#And she looks him in the eyes and loves him‚ kisses him#Oh to be able to spend time with your family‚ the only people you can remove your mask around#And for them to accept you wholly as you are‚ love you as you are‚ even after hearing for so long that this kind of life was an#impossibility for you#Erik teaching Gustave how to play instruments and how to train the instrument that is one's voice#the two watching Christine sing on street corners as she used to do with her father (perhaps even playing for her)#They make me emotional....
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do you see it? my vision?
ik i said highschool, but im thinking specifically one of those stuffy private schools. honestly this whole au is inspired by the movie Sing Street, which is amazing and you should watch it.
#can you tell ive never drawn a guitar in my life#can you tell that will not stop me#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#leonardo#leosagi#yuichi usagi#samurai rabbit#human au#high school au#band au#sing street
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drive it like you stole it from sing street. you agree
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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You Tell Me
When was that summer when the skies were blue? The bright red cardinal flew down from his tree You tell me When was that summer when it never rained? The air was buzzin' with the sweet old honey bee Let's see You tell me Were we there, was it real? Is it truly how I feel? Maybe You tell me Were we there, is it true? Was I really there with you? Let's see You tell me When was that summer of a dozen words? The butterflies and hummingbirds flew free Let's see You tell me Let's see You tell me
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“I was really happy he [David Khane] let me include the count-in. It’s iconic.”
(Paul McCartney about You Tell Me recording)
A lovely sunny summer day. Once again, I was out at John’s house in Weybridge. <…> Around that time there was quite a spate of summer songs. ‘Daydream’ and ‘Summer in the City’ by The Lovin’ Spoonful, The Kinks’ ‘Sunny Afternoon’ – I think all those came out during the same year, 1966. We wanted to write something sunny. Both John and I had grown up while the music hall tradition was still very vibrant, so it was always in the back of our minds. There are lots of songs about the sun, and they make you happy: ‘The Sun Has Got His Hat On’ or ‘On the Sunny Side of the Street’. It was now time for us to do ours. So we’ve got love and sun, what more do we want? ‘We take a walk, the sun is shining down / Burns my feet as they touch the ground’ – that was a nice memory of summer. ‘Then we’d lie beneath a shady tree / I love her and she’s loving me’. It’s really a very happy song.
(Paul McCartney about Good Day Sunshine (1966), The Lyrics, 2021)
There's that old Maurice Chevalier song from Gigi called 'I remember It Well', which goes, ‘We met at nine, we met at eight, I was on time, no, you were late / Ah, yes, I remember it well’. I love that. A great little routine. The man in the song doesn’t quite remember, but the woman does, and ‘You Tell Me’ is a little bit like that. This is just memory. Often I think, ‘Oh my God, I really met Elvis Presley. I was really in his house, and it was a moment in time that really happened.’ That’s all there is to it. It just happened. Sometimes I pinch myself and think, ‘Was I really on the same couch as Elvis, talking about this stuff?’ I want to remember it three hundred per cent more; I want to bring it back: ‘Were we there, was it real? / Is it truly how I feel? / Maybe / You tell me’. <…> Because Linda’s father had a place in the Hamptons, I started going out there with her. That’s way over forty years ago – could be over fifty. I think that’s also where I wrote this, sometime in the early 2000s, and perhaps where the line about the red cardinal came from too, since you see them out there. ‘When was that summer of a dozen words?’ When everything’s going really well, nobody needs to talk, so you may just be sitting around with someone and reading books, or reading a newspaper, and you hardly even speak because there’s no need to; you’re in such a comfortable situation. ‘When was that summer when it never rained?’ I like that I’m not even going to try and remember what year it was. I remember hearing a story in the 1960s, when everyone was looking towards India and Indian mysticism, of some guy who was visiting a friend, and he came into the room and just sat down in a corner, and they didn’t speak. The idea was they were such good friends that they wouldn’t speak until someone had something to say. It wouldn’t just be, ‘What did you think of the football the other day?’ They were absolutely in each other’s presence, not needing to say anything. When they spoke it had to be meaningful. I liked the image of the peacefulness in that room. David Gilmour and Paul Weller, a couple of musicians whose opinion I value, independently sent me messages to say, ‘Wow, I like that one’ – to say that this song was one of their favourites of mine. Your main feedback is generally from critics, so it’s nice to get responses from people who’ve heard the song, especially real musicians, and were affected enough that they can be bothered to actually write to you. These days, it’s a message on your phone; there aren’t many people now who would sit down with beautiful old Basildon Bond stationery and expand it a bit. I don’t do too much letter writing myself anymore, but I have to admit I do like handwriting. I enjoyed being taught it at school, and I had a ‘proper’ way of handwriting. I miss the old stationery. I love the civility of letter writing. George Martin always wrote a letter to thank me for his birthday gift. We’d done ‘When I’m Sixty-Four’ together, so I would always send a birthday bottle of wine, and he would handwrite me a very elegant note. It was always a delight. In fact, I’ve kept most of them. George’s widow, Lady Judy Martin, has the same sensibility. It was very much what you did when I was growing up, but also, a certain class did it. I don’t know of many of my working-class friends in the street who did it, but my family did, and I had friends later, who lived in places like Hampstead, who would open their mail in the morning and answer it. They had one of those little envelope slitters, and they would be quite organised: ‘Dear Henry, What a surprise to hear from you. I was thinking of you only the other day . . .’ I like the civility of that. You know, the working-class equivalent of letters was the postcard. You used to write and try to be amusing. That’s when you could say things like, ‘The air was buzzing with the sweet old honeybee’. Now we have Instagram, but the postcard was the Instagram of its day.
(Paul McCartney about You Tell Me (2007), The Lyrics, 2021)
Lying behind the phrase ‘We’re on our way home’ is less the literal sense of going back to London, but more about trying to get in touch with the people we once were. The postcard sending does have a very literal feel, though. Whenever Linda and I went away, we would buy lots of postcards and send them to all our friends. John was also a great postcard sender, so you’d get some great stuff from him.
(Paul McCartney about Two Of Us (1969), The Lyrics, 2021)
#On the Sunny Side of the Street makes me happy too#paul mccartney#john and paul#paul and linda#the songs we were singing#you tell me#two of us#good day sunshine#Youtube
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mike faist just put me out of my misery and stick it in please i’m begging you
#mike faist#i’m ripping my lashes out with a tweezer#they knew not to let him sing for more than 30 seconds because my **** would disappear#forgive me for being uncouth#but come on#west side story#the way he says ‘easy does it’ ??#oh okay#ohh okay#mike faist you better hope i don’t catch you out on the street tough guy#who do you think you are#fuck you#Spotify
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the we're on easy street song haunts me to this day btw i get you daryl im not as strong as you
#twd#twd daryl#daryl dixon#saviors era#its been three hours and i've caught myself singing it TOO MANY TIMES#we're on easy street (help me)
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HE DROPPED
#this is vee speaking#BASED ICHIRO WITH THAT BEAT HE TRUSTS IN THE MOST LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO LMAO#ITS A SEQUEL TO HIPHOPPIA THRU AND THRU#HITTING US WITH THAT WE BACK TO THE BASICS THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD#WORDS HAVE MORE POWER THAN WEAPONS AND IF WE FINALLY ADMITTING THE HYPMICS ARE WEAPONS—#NOW WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD ACTUALLY#lol and i’m sure someone will place the leitmotif for me#but that’s close if not the exact same melody stage jiro sings in ikebukuro street walking lol#it ain’t no thing it was just really funny to hear lol#Youtube
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Jack singing 'All of me' 🤭🤭🤭
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Reminds me of “The World Was Wide Enough”, a song from the musical, Hamilton!
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#sonic movie 3#sonicmovie3hype#movie shadow#movie sonic#I’d imagine Movie Sonic being Alexander Hamilton and Movie Shadow as Aaron Burr 😭#🎶The World Was Wide Enough Sayonara… Shadow The Hedgehog🎶#Movie Shadow: 🎶 I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory Is this where it gets me on my feet several feet ahead of me? 🎶#🎶 I see it coming do I run or fire my gun or let it be?🎶 🎶There is no beat no melody 🎶#🎶 Sonic a young hedgehog whom I consider an uneasy ally and had our first rivalry Maybe the last face I ever see 🎶#🎶 If I throw away my shot is this how you'll remember me? 🎶 🎶 What if this sacrifice is my legacy? Legacy what is a legacy? 🎶#🎶 It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see 🎶 🎶 I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me 🎶🎶#🎶Earth you great unfinished symphony it was too much of a Mad Mad Mad Mad World for me 🎶#🎶 You let me make a difference a place where even weird technicolour space alien orphan children 🎶#🎶 Can leave their fingerprints and rise up I'm running out of time I'm running and my time's up 🎶#🎶 Wise up eyes up I catch a glimpse of the other side 🎶 🎶My creator my father Gerald Robotnik is on the other side 🎶#🎶 He's with his granddaughter Maria who’s on the other side Teach me how to say goodbye 🎶 🎶 Rise up rise up rise up MARIA! 🎶#🎶 My best friend my sister I’d love you to take your time 🎶 “I'll give them a chance to be happy…”#Company: 🎶 he uses the very last of his chaos energy- Movie Shadow: “CHAOS CONTROL!” Movie Sonic: “WAIT!”#Movie Sonic: “He was unable to maintain his super transformation form any longer” “I tried to stop him but he punched me away”#“I get a drink” = “I get a chilli dog 💀”#🎶Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah 🎶#“I hear cheering in the streets” 🎶Aaaah Aaaah Aaaah 🎶#🎶 They say Gerald and Shadow Were both at her side when she died 🎶#🎶 Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints it takes and it takes and it takes 🎶#🎶History obliterates in every picture it paints It paints me and all my mistakes 🎶#Movie Sonic: 🎶 Before Shadow The Hedgehog feel down to Earth he aimed at the sky He may have been the first one to die 🎶#🎶 But I'm the one who paid for it I survived but I paid for it 🎶 🎶Now I’m the “hero” in your history I was too young and blind to see 🎶#🎶I should've known I should've known the world was wide enough for both The Ultimate Lifeform and me 🎶#🎶The World Was Wide Enough For both The Ultimate Lifeform and me… 😭🎶
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i'm going to write a song about rodydeku guys it's done i'm sorry the obsession got this far
#rodydeku#you know if my band lets me i will actually sing this one day#mf i'm gojng to combust#pretty plant boy (he's not a plant)#street rat (affectionate)
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