#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once
#I have not managed to track down a copy of that conscience-qualia post #but in the process I *did* come across *this* #AO3 #juxtaposition #music #my past self has good taste #(I am aware that this post will be a pain to archive but I think it’s worth it)
DEVASTATING the lyric you’ve been mishearing is better than the real one
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#the real version of ”Jackpot” by Jocelyn Alice is infinitely less badass than #what I’d been assuming from the apparent line ”I’ll make the Devil cry” #music #relatable #this post was queued because my to-reblog list is too long and I didn’t want to dump it on you all at once
I’ve seen my share of illusions getting brighter
I’ve seen how even the fighters turn to fliers
And I had been so certain I was safe
Assuming my DNA wouldn’t dare relate
But there’s some ways that a life wears down the stoic
Delights to ask what you know before you know it
One day I dared to inquire what happens next
And found the answer was bubbling in my chest
Oh oh no
Please let me
Please let me go
Oh oh
I need to
I need to know
Oh oh
There’s nothing waiting down the road
To send me tumbling alone
In the undertow
How can I say I’m afraid of the fall
When there’s nothing falling
Dead silence screaming at me from these walls
And it leaves me stalling
The cold light of the moon
Inviting me to assume
There’s a lot I simply can’t do
How can I say I’m afraid of the call
When there’s no one calling
Churning, vortexing the sense of any future
My ship is sinking as I try not to lose her
I hope that I get to feel awake again
It would be dreamlike
Oh oh no
Please let me
Please let me go
Oh oh
I need to
I need to know
Oh oh
There’s nothing I need take alone
There’s nothing to what I’ve been shown
Through the dark window
How can I say I’m afraid of the fall
When there’s nothing falling
Dead silence screaming at me from these walls
And it leaves me stalling
The cold light of the moon
Inviting me to assume
There’s a lot I simply can’t do
How can I say I’m afraid of the call
When there’s no one calling
I hope that I get to feel awake again
It would be dreamlike
If nothing’s calling
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#I don’t go here but I like this #music #apocalypse cw?
lyrics (@syrena-of-the-lake ’s lyrics plus a few verses of my own to fill in the blanks):
It’s nine o’clock on a work night
And to my so-familiar chagrin
There’s a crack-of-dawn shift I’ve been scheduled for
So I guess it’s ‘bout time to turn in
–
But the foam in my mattress ain’t memory
There’s an issue that blocks my repose
‘Cause it’s real hard to sleep when you can’t hear a peep
Over ballads your bed done composed
–
La, la-la, di-di-da
La-la di-di-da da-dum
–
Sing us a song, you’re the pianobed
Both a bed and piano upright
Now you’re trapped in this mattress and melody
While Tumblr all laughs at your plight
–
Now Mozart and Bach, they are friends of mine
And Brahms with his sweet lullaby
But when my bed folds up tight in the dead of the night
I can’t sleep however I try
–
I say “Wolfgang, Johannes and Johann,
I respect all your great symphonies
But I can’t get much sleep with concertos
Being played on my head and my knees”
–
Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da
La-la di-di-da da-dum
–
The doctor says I need eight hours of sleep
This is takin’ those years off my life
And my spine needs a potion from the open-close motions
That’re treating it like a jackknife
–
And the torture, it’s got an accomp’niment
Not enough that it’s breaking my bones
While I’m mashed in the covers, it’s playing a cover
This bed likes the works of Tom Jones
–
[A familiar ditty is sung over the solo.]
–
Sing us a song, you’re the pianobed
Both a bed and piano upright
Now you’re trapped in this mattress and melody
While Tumblr all laughs at your plight
–
They let me sleep in on a Saturday
At least every once in a while
And when it gets out of tune, I can sleep until noon
A slumbering musicophile
–
Then the piano snaps shut, a crescendo
And the chords all resound in my ear
And it’s goodbye bedtime, and hello three-four time
And move over, Beethoven is here.
–
Oh, la, la-la, di-di-da
La-la di-di-da da-dum
–
Play us a song, you’re the pianobed
I’ll be stuck in your mattress all night
So I may as well sing to your melody
While Tumblr all laughs at my plight
#it got better #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #(me: my dude have you considered getting a different bed) #(also me: you know you’re literally listening to this while #procrastinating on taking the plunge on buying a mattress that isn’t just a pile of springs) #(me: …) #((update: I have now purchased the mattress)) #((god I hope six inches of latex foam is enough; my loft bed can’t support more weight than that)) #((I guess if it isn’t I can always go back to the status quo until my brother moves out and #I have enough space for a bed without going three-dimensional)) #((and add more latex foam then)
A nearly complete 1st century BCE carnyx found in 2004 at Tintignac, France (the one in the left picture, with a reconstruction in the right). Fashioned as a snarling boar, the carnyx was a war horn used by the Iron Age Celts between c. 200 BCE and c. 200 CE
fun fact, the first reconstruction of the carnyx was built in Scotland in the early 90s, and John Kenny brought it to my dad’s photographic studio (our house) to have publicity pictures taken. I was very very young, but I had a precocious interest in history, and Kenny showed me the detailed boar’s head, which had an articulated tongue that would give the effect of a subtle ululation when it was played. He played it for us in our garden, and I can still remember the sound. It sounded like a trumpet, if a trumpet was a wild prehistoric animal capable of throwing back its head and howling. It sounded like something great and tusked and angry and brass that knew what blood was and wanted it.
I don’t know how old I was when I heard it, I think it must have been after its debut at the museum, but I do remember Kenny telling us we were among a very small handful of people who had heard the carnyx in 2,000 years. I remember my nextdoor neighbour’s pigeons all taking off from his loft, and the wide silence that rang out afterwards, that more often came in the wake of foghorns from the harbour. I wonder, in retrospect, what all those people packed around us in their tenements in the poor part of Leith thought they’d heard. what does an ancient celtic war horn sounds like, floating through the window while you’re doing the dishes?
Hello friends!!! On this April 1st I- with neither guile nor ill-intent- invite you all to listen to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up with me, because it’s a fun song that I enjoy. You’re a free agent in this decision entirely. Happy April Fools Day
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#April Fools #music #legitimate Rick Astley #Tumblr traditions #this post was queued to ensure proper timing #(it’s 12:11 AM on April 1st but I remembered just in time)
If you vote please reblog and maybe put your age I’m the tags because I’m curious as to who this reaches.
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#oh god that’s a tough one #I’m going to go with ”All About Soul”‚ but it really is very close #I agree that Blazer makes an excellent point with ”And So It Goes” #also–these are certainly not the only songs that are way up there‚ but–I want to give a shoutout here to ”Code of Silence” #a song that is on the greatest-hits compilation in my *heart* #surveys #music #P.S. oh right my age #29
snoozing peacefully in this bed when it violently snaps shut and starts playing gymnopedie no. 1 amidst the sounds of me desperately calmoring to escape
SING US A SONG YOU’RE THE PIANOBED
Sing us a song, you’re the pianobed
Both a bed and piano upright
Now you’re trapped in this mattress and melody
While Tumblr all laughs at your plight
Now Mozart and Bach, they are friends of mine
And Brahms with his sweet lullaby
But when my bed folds up tight in the dead of the night
I can’t sleep however I try
I say “Wolfgang, Johannes and Johann,
I respect all your great symphonies
But I can’t get much sleep with concertos
Being played on my head and my knees”
They let me sleep in on a Saturday
At least every once in a while
And when it gets out of tune, I can sleep until noon
A slumbering musicophile
Then the piano snaps shut, a crescendo
And the chords all resound in my ear
And it’s goodbye bedtime, and hello three-four time
And move over, Beethoven is here.
Play us a song, you’re the pianobed
I’ll be stuck in your mattress all night
So I may as well sing to your melody
While Tumblr all laughs at my plight
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#music #I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog #love the decor fandom
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