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ndiecity:

ndiecity:

My local rock station

You’re listening to rock. Fucking rock. We’re hard as shit. All the other stations are whimpy little snowflakes for not playing rock like we do. Hard rock. Rock and metal and fucking rock. Up next is Twenty One Pilots followed by Imagine Dragons

Everyone keeps asking me what area I live in because theirs is like that too but the truth is rock stations are just like that

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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #(I don’t listen to radio of my own free will) #(and stores don’t tend to play Fucking Rock stations) #(so I don’t actually relate to this) #(still funny though) #((what’s Twenty One Pilots?)) #((*googles*)) #((oh the bastards who did that annoying ”Stressed Out” song)) #((like nails on a fucking chalkboard‚ that is))

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chaoticbisexualalien:

finding out goats can identify/are drawn to happy humans is such a game changer because for years I thought I could summon goats by singing fleetwood mac songs but it was actually just because I was laughing at myself while I did it…….. smh I really thought goats just innately knew to stan stevie nicks……….

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#music #goats #Fleetwood Mac

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alduranattackdog:

literaryhedgehog:

writing-prompt-s:

What the devil didn’t know when he went down to Georgia looking for a soul to steal is that “Johnny” was one of the fae who went up to Georgia looking for mortals to play tricks on. Instead, Johnny found someone more challenging than a mortal…. or rather, the challenge found him.

They were in a circle of mushrooms playing a fiddle sung of chesnut,

when was heard from the hickory stump  “Boy, let me tell you what.

“I bet you didn’t know it, but I’m a fiddle player, too.

And if you’d care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you.”

Now games were their specialty, they played them oft enough;

So they charmed their face into a childish gaze and prepared to win some stuff.

A soul the devil was looking for, they scoffed at the very thought;

But this one fae was ready to play – for there’s a lesson to be taught.

The fae called themself Johnny, and said that “it might be a sin,

But I’ll take your bet and you’re gonna regret ‘cause I’m the best there’s ever been.“

The Devil Rosined up his bow, and made it hiss like a snake,

The fae eyed him slyly- a step forward’s all it would take.

They heard a band of demons back up that fiddle gold;

But it would take more than a sizzling score to beat a fae of old.

When the Devil finished, the fae said, “Well, you’re pretty good ol’ son,

But sit down in that chair right there and let me show you how it’s done.”

“Fire on the Mountain.” Run, boys, run!

The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun

Chicken’s in the bread pan picking out dough

Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no”

                                      …

Nonsensical though the words might be, that one chant would prevail;

For it was sung with sorcery, the kind which could never fail.

Indeed they saw the devil bow his head like he’d been beat;

And he stepped inside the mushroom ring to lay the fiddle at “Johnny’s” feet.

Then he turned to go, but quickly saw he’d been deceived;

For no matter what he did, it was impossible to leave. 

The fae saw that he was stuck and said “that’s really quite a shame;

But you know, since I’ve got you here- why don’t you give me your name?”

GOOD

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#poetry #music #fanfic #fae #hell cw

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twunkmichaelmell:

what’s new pussycat just started playing in this restaurant and every millenial in the room shared a knowing, fearful look

 

polishhammer83:

It’s fucking Tom Jones? Millennials are you too stupid to realize that Tom Jones is the reason some of you exist? (Think about it for a second, you’ll get it)

 

kleinsens:

hhhhhh oh my god ohhh my god oh my fucking god

 

cobrall:

tom jones fucked all of our moms

 

lizaleigh:

Two weeks ago, my sister and I went out for breakfast at a popular cafe near her place. Enya’s ‘Only Time’ started playing halfway through our homefries, and was still droning right along as I ate my last bite of potato. Squinting, I looked up at the ceiling, looked at my sister, and said:

“Either someone’s playing ‘Only Time’ back-to-back, or ‘Only Time’ is a lot longer than I remember.”

Her eyes went huge. We lingered over our tea (a thing we normally wouldn’t do in a crowded eatery, but we had a mystery to solve) and soon confirmed that, yes, somebody was looping Enya. No one else in the cafe seemed to have caught on, but we were some of the younger people present anyway. The staff were all going about their business. Nobody was looking around with fearful millennial knowingness but us. By the sixth-ish repetition, we were in silent hysterics, biting our fists, whispering “GODDAMMIT” to each other, drawing weird glances from adjacent tables.

My sister got up to use the bathroom. Left alone with the seventh repetition of ‘Only Time’, I left my stuff at our table, got back in line, and ordered a pastry to go. As the barista rang me up, I said:

“Hey, sorry, weird question, but I have to know. Are you guys pulling a Salt and Pepper Diner right now?”

Her face transitioned from ‘polite customer service mask’ to ‘sly but delighted’ in .2 seconds. “We’ve been waiting to see if anybody would notice. Nobody’s been reacting at all!”

“Is there a prize for being the first?” I promise I was joking, but she lit up and said,

“Yes, oh my god! Do you want a cookie??”

And that’s the story of how John Mulaney won me a giant ginger-molasses cookie. 

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#embarrassment squick #food #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #music #storytime

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penicillium-pusher:

captocie:

penicillium-pusher:

I don’t trust Maroon 5

why

Well first of all there’s 7 band members, not 5. That’s not why I don’t trust them, I just think it’s weird.

Now getting to the point, do you know how many top 100 hits Maroon 5 has had? A lot. They’re even on billboards top 100 artists of all time (ALL TIME). And it’s understandable, because pretty much every song they put out is fucking awesome. Sugar, Don’t Wanna Know, Moves Like Jagger, Payphone, This Love, She Will Be Loved, Cold, Animals, Maps, Misery, Harder to Breathe, Never Gonna Leave This Bed… to name a FEW.

These shitheads have been popping out jams since I was a little kid. Well over a decade worth of killer music. Every other song I hear on the radio is Maroon 5. It’s always Maroon 5. And I fucking love it. I love all their songs. Everyone does, they’re awesome.

But here’s the thing. They’re never the top selling artists. On the top 100 list, they’re only in the 40s. They very rarely have a number 1 hit. They’re considered good, I suppose….. but not great. Not the best.

How many people have you heard say Maroon 5 is their favorite band? For me it’s zero. For many of you, it’s zero. If you’re thinking to yourself “what? No I love them, they’re my fave!” Are you sure? Are you really sure? They’re your absolute complete FAVORITE band ever??? I doubt it. You’re just saying that because the band is on your mind now. If I asked you your fave band any other time you’d come up with another answer. Everyone always does.

But they SHOULD be everyone favorites. Look at all of those songs. They’ve got so many top hits. Everyone loves their music. Everyone sings along and knows the songs. They should be my favorite band, I think I like more of their songs than of my actual favorite artist. But they are not my favorite. They are no ones favorite.

I think they made a deal with someone. Satan? God? A dude down an alleyway? Who knows. But I believe they made a deal to ensure everyone would love their music. And we do. It’s great music.

But the twist is that they’ll never truly be recognized as one of the best. Sure, their songs will play on the radio and everyone will sing along. They’ll have sold out concerts. Plenty of fans. But not enough. They’ll be just good. Never great. Never the best. Even if they should be our favorite, they never will be. They’ll never sell enough albums or have their songs reach as high on the billboards as they should. Everyone loves their music, per the agreement. But no one loves them.

I hope Adam Levine knows I’m on to him. I know what he did.

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#this post is back! #I think about it sometimes but I wasn’t sure where to find it #now I will be better able to find it #music #this probably deserves some warning tag but I am not sure what

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brin-bellway:

brin-bellway:

Okay, we were talking and got curious, so I’m going to post this sample and ask for your input.

From what you can hear in this recording, where do you think this person is from?

(Apologies for poor audio quality.)

@injygo replied: ‘instinctively, I think “lives in Minnesota but family is Irish”’

Huh, interesting. That is not any of the answers I was expecting.

(Everyone else: please submit a guess first before reading below the cut, as there are spoilers.)

Keep reading

justice-turtle said: I couldn’t understand enough of the words to venture an opinion on the accent (probably a combination of poor audio quality and my known auditory processing troubles), but knowing you’re interested in the weird ways brains work, it might be relevant to note that the *tune* was immediately and obviously Irish to me (having scrolled down and seen that it’s Phil Collins, that makes sense), and that once I caught the line “we came from the north and we came from the south”, my brain decided (cont’d)

justice-turtle said: (cont’d) decided that was an extremely Canadian-folk-specific line and therefore you must be the singer. (I have no idea what song this is and therefore whether that assessment is true, though I assume I could google the line.) I don’t know if *you* actually sounded more Canadian once I decided that or whether my brain was just doing brain shit, but I’d suspect the latter on principle.

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#(February 2018) #conversational aglets #replies #is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #accents #home of the brave #our home and cherished land #(it is not a folk song: he wrote it himself)

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brin-bellway:

(*digs post out of drafts, finishes writing it*)

Can anyone think of a social-justice anthem (generalised anti-bigotry preferred; failing that, feminism-focused) with a line involving the word “home”? Where “home” refers to, like, the post-bigotry utopia the songwriter wants to bring about*, or the community of universal sisterhood, or something like that, rather than the dystopic kyriarchy of one’s presumed birth.

I want a category tag for talking about social justice as a culture (rather than an ideology), and I’d like it to match my other homeland tags.

*However, the specific “home” line should not refer to it as not currently existing.

justice-turtle said: *digs through an astounding number of Pete Seeger songs and finds nothing* Everything I’m coming up with that even remotely fits is, like, heaven-as-home hymns repurposed for social justice utopia, and that’s mostly of the “I’m only going over home” sort.

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#(very end of May 2016; was quite possibly June by the time justice-turtle replied) #conversational aglets #our roads may be golden or broken or lost #(I’ve grown accustomed enough to that tag that I’m not sure I would actually change it if I found a ”home” line) #music #replies #(I came across a post in my OP tag reminding me not to use blockquotes because it tends to cause formatting glitches)