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Name: Brock
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Metro: King
Birthday: 4/7/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: I like music. Coldplay, Radiohead, Sufjan Stevens, Eisley, Harry and the Potters, Mars Volta, Bright Eyes, Death Cab for Cutie, Thursday, The Fall of Troy, Iron and Wine, Jimmy Eat World, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Interpol, Joy Division, Depeche Mode, The Killers, Rilo Kiley, The Postal Service, The Shins, and such. I like movies. Cowboy Bebop: The Movie, Garden State, Wicker Park, Pulp Fiction, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Mean Creek, Donnie Darko, The Breakfast Club, Dead Poets Society, Mulan, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, and the such.
Expertise: I'm a singer/songwriter. I can play a little guitar, a little bass, and baritone, but my main instruments are tuba and paino/keyboards. I'm in a band (The Tiger of San Pedro), and we pretty much rock. Other than that, I suck at everything.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  ThisModernLove23
Member Since:
5/4/2004
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| Currenty Listening:
Summer '05 Recordings-Ely Falls
Two Wrongs (Don't Make A Right)
GO LISTEN TO ELY FALLS RIGHT NOW. | | |
| "I Go To The Barn Because I Like The"-Band Of Horses
Well I'd like to think I'm the mess you'd wear with pride,
Like some empty dress on the bed you've layed out for tonight.
Maybe I'll tell you sometime.
Time. Sometime.
And you were right.
Right.
You were right.
Outside by your doorstep,
In a worn out suit and tie,
I'll wait
For you to come down,
Where you'll find me,
Were we'll shine.
Oh...
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| I'm not dead.......but xanga is.......
I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness are pretty much amazing. | | |
| "Poison Oak"-Bright Eyes
'Poison oak, some boyhood bravery.
When the telephone was a tin can on a string,
and I fell asleep with you still talking to me;
You said you weren't afraid to die.
In polaroids, you were dressed in women's clothes.
Were you made ashamed? Why'd you lock them in the drawer?
And I don't think that I ever loved you more
Than when you turned away,
When you slammed the door,
When you stole the car, drove towards Mexico,
And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm;
I was young then, I still believed in war.
But let the poets cry themselves to sleep,
And all their tearful words could turn back into steam.
But me, I'm a single cell on a serpant's tongue,
And theres a muddy field where a garden was,
And I'm glad you got away,
But I'm still stuck out here,
And my clothes are soaking wet from your brothers tears.
And I never thought this life was possible.
You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
The end of paralysis, I was a statuette.
Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench,
And when I press the keys it all gets reversed.
The sound of lonliness makes me happier.
Good job, Conor. You official get the award for making the third song to ever make me tear up while listening. It's up there with "The Scientist" and "Casimir Pulaski Day". | | |
| "Ize of the World"-The Strokes
I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
'cause they'll be trying to knock you down in some way.
Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep.
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
Your mind would wander and search
For its place in the night.
Your body followed this feeling like following light.
Once that your music was born it followed you 'round
and then it gave your activities meaning
and let you be loud.
You're sad but you smile.
It's not in your eyes. Your eyeballs don't change.
It's the muscles around your eyes.
An egg to fertilize,
A pulse to stabilize,
A body to deodorize,
A life to scrutinize,
A child to criticize,
Young adults to modernize,
Citizens to terrorize,
Generations to desensitize.
Your dreams are sweet and obsessed
and you're overworked.
You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked.
How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate)
I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers) be
to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed?
I am a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live
as free and detached as boats to the dock?
Just like when music was born
and detached from your heart.
Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?
Night after night you turn out the light.
You don't fall asleep right away.
"Are we...are we done?"
A desk to organize,
A product to advertise,
A market to monopolize,
Movie stars to idolize,
Leaders to scandalize,
Enemies to neutralize,
No time to apologize,
Fury to tranquilize,
Weapons to synchronize,
Cities to vaporize.
By far the best Strokes song written, in my opinion. The lyrics are genius, the guitar solo is pure music-gasm. Too bad they're not coming anywhere near here. Gah....
Also, Good Night, And Good Luck is an EXCELLENT film. I was engrossed with it. I just....couldn't believe how authentic it felt, switching between real archival footage and the acting...it was so...so beautiful. Wow. Why did Crash win best picture again?
Anyways......I'm in a very excited mood...TOSP is having practice on monday, and we're hopefully going to record something to put on our myspace and purevolume. Which is really cool. Also, I finished writing our pear battling song, called "Fight Like a Man With a Pear In Your Hand". It's very 80's cheesetastic, but awesome.
So...more another time.
Later. | | |
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