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sunday morning dripping: jacksonpollock.org





Beauty rests on mattress strings Wearing just her underthings & when she wakes the revolution's here & when she wakes the revolution's here





seu jorge: the life aquatic exclusive studio sessions. [for that, too, iou]

When I first heard Seu Jorge’s renditions of my work, I was startled by the simplicity and candor of his performances. With nothing more than a classical guitar and a heavily accented voice, Jorge has taken my compositions and quite literally made them his own by translating them into his native Portuguese. Particularly impressive is how in translation, Jorge has for the most part accomplished the feat of retaining the original syllabic cadences within the melodies, so much so that I was able to sing along with my own English lyrics and duet quite smoothly. - David Bowie über Seu Jorges Versionen seiner Songs









nobody loves you when you're old and gay [mp3, excerpt]

sehr groß: from the closet to the charts. queer noises 1961-1978





You are so 3.0, baby!





Kind Of Make You Get That Feeling
Everybody Smoke
Use The Pill And The Dope
Educated Fools
From-Uneducated Schools
Pimping People Is The Rule
Polluted Water In The Pool
And Nixon Talking About Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry
But They Don't Know There Can Be No Show
And If There's A Hell Below We're All Gonna Go





BUNNY LAKE is all about the art of opposites. Nice and sleazy, cozy and cold, innocent and fucked up, pink and black.





für leiwand gegen oasch





society for cutting up men





Let's dream it, we'll dream it for free, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, Free money, free money, free money, free.





And freddy’s got spots from ripping off the stars from his face Funky little boat race Television man is crazy saying we’re juvenile deliquent wrecks Oh man I need tv when I got t rex Oh brother you guessed I’m a dude dad All the young dudes (hey dudes) Carry the news (where are ya) Boogaloo dudes (stand up come on) Carry the news All the young dudes (I want to hear you) Carry the news (I want to see you) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you all of you) Carry the news

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sugar me (mp3)

[sowieso: bubblegum machine]

[claudine longet: melancholy doe eyes and a face often described as innocent, surrounded by a hive of auburn hair. She was soft-spoken and seemed as fragile as rice paper]

[gleich noch einmal we've only just begun spielen]









i can't wait for saturday to begin i can't wait for saturday to begin i can't wait for saturday to begin you work you work your fingers to the bone saturday night will be allright saturday night will be allright saturday night will be allright i can't wait for saturday to begin

(in new york in detroit even in l.a.)

[blue collar entry]





sous le soleil exactement





zwei minuten danach nights over egypt von den jones girls.das glorios utopische von philly sound. young. soul. rebels.





ruby, my dear. sound, den sie heute nicht mehr hinkriegen, bestimmter historischer moment, keine ahnung, woran das liegt. vielleicht an der geschichte der alkohol-vorlieben, bernsteinfarbene vs. transparente flüssigkeiten. das unterproduzierte, aber handwerklich dennoch solide an monk-aufnahmen, das vor und nach dem beat sein, die idee der freundschaft, des einander aushelfens bei den sessions, musikermusik, das nicht elektrische. zehn jahre später hat man das nur noch in aneinander vorbei verlaufenden fäden.





video: munk & james murphy: kick out the chairs > gomma, dann mixtapes/videos, dann videos, boy, how i love these flash navs

[via flavorpill nyc]





We're down on our knees and we've nothing to say Nothing to say Nothing to say...

here come the warm jets, still one of my favourites, [The whole thing seems to be vaguely about praying or being on your knees (rather than just one or two verses on this thread) although given the title of the song it could be about being on your knees doing something quite different I suppose. Crowded House had an album called "The Temple Of Low Men" which I am told, although I'd never encountered the phrase myself, has sexual connotations which may also fit in vaguely here - given my interpretation on the "praying" front.]





ben & jerry's in deiner nähe





via sub:version




[via Goncourt]





ein paar leute, die gut aussehen und spaß haben und ein schrabbeliges hübsches lied mit einer schrabbeligen bassline spielen, & genau so, ach ja. ultra orange: snow white (quicktime video).