#oceans niagara

[electrictamashi]

M83 - Oceans Niagara

[tuuneoftheday]

M83 - Oceans Niagara

[kraftwerk113]

Life´s too short for weird music - Tagesempfehlung 01.04.2023

Album of the week (KW 11/23): M83 / Fantasy Ein bisschen Geduld bedarf es schon – ehe sich die Schönheit des neuen M83 Albums Fantasy entfaltet. Anthony Gonzales bewegte sich bei den letzten Studioalben als M83 DSVII (2019) und Junk 2016 schon ziemlich gewagt in der Grauzone zwischen baleric und cheesy – will sagen lotete den Grenzbereich zwischen Kitsch und Kunst gründlich aus. Ähnliches testet Gonzales auch auf Fantasy, dem neuen M83 Album aus. Allerdings und das macht Fantasy zu einen Kandidaten für das Album der Woche schafft Gonzales den Durchstich zur Strahlkraft alter M83 Veröffentlichungen wie Teen Angst (2005) oder Graveyard girl (2008). Nicht viel Neues – dass ist aber hier vielleicht auch die gute Nachricht, denn wer Songs wie Fantasy, Amnesia und vor allem Oceans Niagara auf einem Album zu listen vermag, taucht zurecht in der Aufzählung der bemerkenswerten Album-Veröffentlichungen 2023 auf.

[stevenvenn]

M83 - Oceans Niagara (from Fantasy) Have you heard the new M83 album Fantasy out now? So good. This debut single is epic. Kind of reminds me of a movie intro (or a commercial for an 80s teen adventure show). The multi-eyed guy is the stuff of my nightmares.

[gloriousspaceridersworld]

M83 - 'Oceans Niagara' (Official Music Video)

[gemstarb]

M83 – Oceans Niagara #Lyrics

[therarefied]

M83′s “Oceans Niagara”

[alvertesongdiary]

M83 - Oceans Niagara

Beyond adventure

Beyond adventure

Beyond adventure

Beyond adventure

11/01/2022

[heart-on-my-sleeves]

Water with calm and smooth my pain

[jammechanics]

And. We. Are. Back! Jam Mechanics returns for season 2 with our first guest prompter (Our longtime collaborator and artist, ⁠@deepblueink2d⁠!). In our first episode back we reveal the fate of Jam Mechanics Mansion (Castle?) and reflect on the ocean that separates our two co-hosts Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (@narcissistcookbook) and Bug (@bughuntermusic) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode.

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-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

Challenge: Transatlanticism

BUG'S SONG Title: Agamemnon Lyrics: I am aboard the Agamemnon, we are laying down a line It's gonna cross the ocean floor, the greatest project of our time A telegraph from Newfoundland will reach the Irish Shores but by by the time this note arrives you will not love me anymore

I am aboard the Agamemnon, laying cables in the sea For the purpose of the president to parley with the queen As for me, I've got this letter that I'll send you in the morn but by the time this note arrives you will not love me anymore

You will not love me by the time you read this note You told me you would wait if I had to go I keep your photo in a locket to remind me of my home

but while aboard the Agamemnon I have so much time to dream of a world where I can reach you with no middle-man between And maybe when we're done I'll get my turn, as a reward but I never got that chance, now you don't love me anymore When I made it to Niagara, you didn't love me anymore

You will not love me by the time you read this note You told me you would wait if I had to go I think of you so often with no way to let you know

This is only the beginning, this simple cable in the sea Soon we'll have radios and satellites and waves we cannot see No one'll know the pain of loving one they cannot reach

I'd commandeer the Agamemnon and I'd sail it back to shore it's just a faster way to learn that you don't love me anymore so I'll keep laying this cable for the lovers not yet born so that they may never hear "No, I don't love you anymore"

MATT'S SONG Title: The Tollbooth Lyrics: When Britain's national health service was launched in 1948 it set sail in the wake of the second world war when the country's citizens the upper and lower classes both the rich and the desperately poor had served together, side by side and the ones who survived the horrors came home demanding to no surprise more

we did not fight, they said in our millions just for things to return to the way they were we didn't die they said in our hundreds of thousands just to save a country where the leading cause of death is poverty and perhaps for the first time in british history the aristocrats and the working class agreed on something largely that arming the nation and teaching them how to fight and die for what they believe in makes their demands somewhat more convincing

and so barely three years after the soldiers had come home on july 5th, 1948 the british health system was torn out by the follicles and rebuilt in a new vision that it would be free at point of service, that no one, NO ONE, would be turned away or trapped into debt by lack of personal means that it would be available to everyone who walked through the doors of a hospital or a GP's office and that the well off wouldn't be able to skip the queue this was radical beyond comprehension a truly universal healthcare system doctors across the nation barred their doors and hired personal security so sure were they that the empowered impoverished would storm their offices demanding medicine and aid only to find on that monday morning a polite queue of people in need who for the first time were able to receive the treatment they would have had since birth if they had been born into a wealthier family

the trouble is healthcare is one of those futureproof industries like plumber people are always going to need water and if you can fix their pipes you are, within reason, set for life and the hospital and the doctor's surgery are no exception people are always going to get sick they're always going to get injured at the very very least everyone has to be born and everyone has to die and you would be an idiot would you not if you had the opportunity and the presence of mind to not set up a tollbooth at the well-worn bridges that lead into and out of this life

i am being faceitious of course who thinks like this who is so calculating and cruel that they would look at the legions of dying and sick and feel not compassion but greed who would see not the faces of their own parents, friends and children but a sea of investment a captured market a well of bottomless profit

it would be inappropriate for me to delve too deep into the catacombs that are the American Healthcare System if you are listening from those shores, then you know better than i do how it feels to live in fear of a broken bone of a cough that won't go away of a necessary surgery or a birth in the family I have personally met people who were having to choose between treatment for a treatable disease and a slow death So as to have something to leave their loved ones in their will A meagre windfall, after all, is infinitely preferable over a cascade of debt Maybe, at best, you are simply aware of how lucky you are To not fear these things as many do The privilege of being able to treat mild maladies as the inconvenience they are rather than an existential threat

I bring this up only because The profit machine that is the american healthcare system Is hungry And needs to be fed There is no such thing as too much money There is no endgame in an investment portfolio Where you find the princess in the very last castle and the credits roll There isn't a kill screen where the arcade machine craps out and kicks you back to the beginning The score just keeps getting bigger and bigger, the numbers getting longer and longer, Separated by decimal points and letters and commas And when the numbers get so unwieldy that we run out of space, Eh, we'll just start printing the end of year reports in landscape The machine needs to eat And the painkillers and bloodied sheets of 333 million people could only satisfy it for so long Its eyes, inevitably, have turned east

And what do you think it sees? When you have broken your arm and are getting it cast at 3am When your parents start visibly ageing and wilting When your child gets a cough that won't go away Do you think it wants to help? Or do you think it wants to fucking eat them?

[dailyoverview]

Let’s highlight some of North America’s popular tourist destinations from above. Which of these spots have you visited before?

Niagara Falls

Miami Beach

Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone NP

Aspen Snowmass, Colorado

Everglades National Park

Arizona Rock Formations

Venice Beach Skatepark, California

The Canadian Rockies and Calgary

As the second and third largest countries in the world by land area, Canada and the USA have something for everyone — whether you’re looking for solitude in nature, sunbathing by the ocean, or hitting the ski slopes.

Source imagery: Nearmap / Maxar

[carlsdarling]

Niagara Falls

The hasty end of a barbecue. Carl x Y/N. Everyone is 18 or over. Basically plot, then sex.

English is not my first language, so sorry for mistakes. I tried this just for fun, lemme know if you like it!

WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (male receiving) unprotected sex

As it was often the case, there was a barbecue that summer evening in Alexandria. Daryl and Rosita had killed several deer the day before. You sat with Carl on a fallen log while meat roasted over the fire pit in front of you. You had been together for a while, but it was only recently that you began to show your affection for each other even in public. Carl leaned in to kiss you slightly on the lips.

As always, even the lightest touch from him electrified you and chased a shiver of excitement through your body. Groaning softly, you began to cover his neck with kisses, making Carl inhale heavily. "Y/N, what are you doing?" he whispered in a raspy voice, and your hand moved to his knee to stroke him there.

"Carl, I want you," you whispered in his ear. „I want you so badly.“

He took your hand. "Then let's go." Hastily you walked to the house he lived in with Rick, Michonne and Judith; all three were still at the barbecue.

No sooner had Carl closed the door behind you than you were kissing wildly, your fingers fumbling with Carl's belt. "Fuck me, Carl," you begged. Niagara Falls was already flowing between your legs; Carl always had that effect on you, his look, his lean body, his hair, his smell, you became wet and wanting within seconds.

"To my room," he ordered and pushed you up the stairs. Once there, you couldn't wait to tear each other's clothes off and dropped onto the bed. As always, the mere sight of Carl's cock excited you even more, it was big, especially for such a slender boy, precum dripping from the tip.

"Oh, God, Carl," you murmured before sliding his length into your mouth and sucking him off. His salty taste and musky scent made you lose your mind.

Carl arched his back with a moan and curled his fingers into your hair. You soon let go of him though, you didn't want him to cum just yet; you wanted to feel him inside you, so you lay down next to him on your back and looked at him with glazed, hazy eyes. "Carl, please," you moaned again. Carl searched frantically in his nightstand for a condom as you kissed his shoulder and pressed against him, whimpering. "Hurry up, please" you urged him, spreading your legs invitingly so he could see your wet pussy. "Come to me right now."

"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned, giving up his search for a condom, hovering over you, lying down on top of you and playfully touching your entrance with his tip.

You almost cum right away and grit your teeth. Carl had that effect on you - most of the time you were already orgasming as soon as he penetrated you, but it didn't matter because it was usually one orgasm after another. "Put it in," you said breathlessly, stroking his back demandingly as he pushed his entire length inside you, crying out in pleasure. "Please! Carl! Oh, please, yes," you clawed your fingernails into his back and his buttocks as he speeded up and intensified his thrusts, giving you orgasm after orgasm.

"You're so wet, it's wonderful," he moaned in your ear, and it was obvious he was close. He tried to pull his cock out, but you wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him.

"No, please, come inside me," you begged, "Please, Carl, I want all of you." You wanted to feel his warm cum inside you, feel it filling you and flowing out of you afterwards. Badass Carl's cum.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N, I'm cumming so hard," Carl moaned. He gasped and fucked you harder and faster until he came with a yelp. The wetness between your legs increased as he shot his load into you.

With hearts pounding and all sweaty, you remained lying close together, kissing and caressing each other, until Carl's weight became too heavy for you and he pulled out of you to lie beside you. He looked lovingly at you with his one ocean blue eye, his bandage had slipped, and you tenderly stroked the edges of the scar you loved as much as anything else about him with your left thumb. "We'd better be careful," Carl worried in light of the fact that you were having unprotected sex. "But I often don't manage to put on a condom when you're lying next to me begging and your pussy is already dripping and I'm so fucking hot for you," he confessed.

„I love feeling you without a condom," you purred, stroking his hair. You didn't find the thought of getting pregnant by Carl so bad.