. cat power .

oh cat power. how i love your voice.

you quiet the aches in my heart.

sea of love

Come with me

My love

To the sea

The sea of love

I want to tell you

how much

I love you

:: george bellows ::

both members of this club

by george bellows

national gallery of art - washington, dc

1882 − 1925

. the temper trap .

heart this band.

seriously one of my all time favorite music videos. the boy at the beginning is so cute, i just want to kiss his cheeks. 

love lost - the temper trap

sweet disposition - the temper trap

. heartbeats - the takeover .

heartbeats - the knife

heartbeats - josé gonzález

or both. . . together? woah.

heartbeats - drum and base

not a huge fan. but hey. cool concept.

. communique .

communique - perfect weapon

. feist & ben gibbard .

dreamy.

train song by feist & ben gibbard

. the xx .

vcr by the xx

. jónsi .

i miss my sister. and she showed me this song.

but it's a good song to get you pumped. and soothed.

at the same time.

go do by jónsi

check out the music video. it's incredible. i've never seen anything like it.

. coldplay .

for you i bleed myself dry

coldplay

yellow

the scientist

{probably one of the best endings to a movie ever. if you haven't seen wicker park. . go watch it. then watch this.}

. yeasayer .

i feel like dancing.

to this song.

yeasayer

ambling alp

:: pulled ::

:: we were never on the scene of the crime ::

the science behind this shoot came from the poem below and the beginning of this movie.

It's a Woman's World

by Eavan Boland

Our way of life
has hardly changed
since a wheel first
whetted a knife.

Maybe flame
burns more greedily
and wheels are steadier,
but we're the same:

we milestone
our lives
with oversights,
living by the lights
of the loaf left

by the cash register,
the washing powder
paid for and wrapped,
the wash left wet:

like most historic peoples
we are defined
by what we forget

and what we never will be:
star-gazers,
fire-eaters.
It's our alibi
for all time:

as far as history goes
we were never
on the scene of the crime.

When the king's head
gored its basket,
grim harvest,
we were gristing bread

or getting the recipe
for a good soup.
It's still the same:

our windows
moth our children
to the flame
of hearth not history.

And still no page
scores the low music
of our outrage.

Appearances reassure:
that woman there,
craned to
the starry mystery,

is merely getting a breath
of evening air.
While this one here,
her mouth a burning plume -

she's no fire-eater,
just my frosty neighbour
coming home.

. benton paul .

my friends and i caught a bit of this concert last weekend.

his voice is pretty solid. and soothing. one to put on your sleep playlist.

benton paul

don't go

. hot chip .

incredible videos. awesome sound.

hot chip

ready for the floor

. throw me the statue .

yucatan gold by throw me the statue

. rilo kiley .

if you think you're bulletproof - you're right.

rilo kiley

i've been listening to this band for a while. and they don't get old.

their music is so diverse, even from itself.

every song is different.

listening is an adventure.

silver lining

with arms outstretched

check out:

bulletproof

close call

i never

do you recognize her voice? she sang on postal service's album give up.

. islands .

"Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness."  ~Maya Angelou

that is how i feel about this band.

islands

and this song.

(kinda sounds like of montreal?)

rough gem

. stars .

this new album blows my mind.

the five ghosts

by

stars

words can't explain how much i adore this group.

one of the bands i've consistently listened to for years.

and for good reason.

fixed

dead hearts 

(my favorite on the album)

. against me! .

sometimes punk rock is taken to extremes.

but in this case.

punk rock = perfection.

against me!

i love tom.

i was a teenage anarchist

love this collaboration.

borne on the fm waves of the heart ft. tegan quin

. an horse .

this is me. in a song. right now.

company - an horse



and this.

postcards - an horse

. robyn .

for ahlin.

swedish version.

robyn

dancing on my own

(please try and tell me this isn't the best thing you've ever seen.)

I'm just gonna dance all night
I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line