Composing Hallelujah

Inspirations & Ventilations

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Ick I’m not so into this… working on a new personal brand identity so should be updating everything within the next month

studentlifenetwork:

Here’s a fun prank: tell your mom she’s going to be a Grammy.  Pause for effect.  When she looks good and scared, add “… audience member!”  Hilarity ensues.That’s right, you could take your mom (or anybody! I’m just biased in favour of moms) to the 55th Annual Grammys.  You and three guests could be walking the red carpet, rubbing elbows (and ONLY elbows, let’s not go crazy here) with the stars, and witnessing performances by The Black Keys, Fun., Mumford & Sons, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, and more on February 10th.  We’ll send you there: tickets, hotel, airfare.  The whole shebang (and shebangs are expensive these days, yo.).All you have to do to enter is sign up: getustothegrammys.com.  Contest closes February 3rd.

studentlifenetwork:

Here’s a fun prank: tell your mom she’s going to be a Grammy.  Pause for effect.  When she looks good and scared, add “… audience member!”  Hilarity ensues.

That’s right, you could take your mom (or anybody! I’m just biased in favour of moms) to the 55th Annual Grammys.  You and three guests could be walking the red carpet, rubbing elbows (and ONLY elbows, let’s not go crazy here) with the stars, and witnessing performances by The Black Keys, Fun., Mumford & Sons, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, and more on February 10th.  We’ll send you there: tickets, hotel, airfare.  The whole shebang (and shebangs are expensive these days, yo.).

All you have to do to enter is sign up: getustothegrammys.com.  Contest closes February 3rd.

Chemistry. If you have chemistry you only need one other thing. Timing.

(Source: mega-legan)

I Don’t Want Love

You wanna climb up the stairs,
I wanna push you back down.
But I let you inside,
So you can push me around. 

If I leave before you,
And I walk out alone,
Keep your hands to yourself
When you follow me home. 

I don’t want love.
I don’t want love. 

We wake up with pounding heads,
Bruised down below.
I should have built better walls,
Or slept in my clothes. 

So if I see you again,
Desperate and stoned,
Keep your prison locked up,
And I will leave my gun at home. 

I don’t want love.
I don’t want love.

Television

You and I, baby we’re a broken record.

Turn around - 

we’re making sound but only for the noise.

And what if I -

could live like this, but not forever?

And what if you -

could move the needle to a more forgiving song?

And what if this was never really broken all along?

But for tonight, I’m sleeping with my television on

Have a nice life. I’m done trying to be in it.