Thursday, May 21, 2015

Taylor Swift - Bad Blood ft. Kendrick Lamar

This video is the bomb! It's been 3 days and everybody has already been watching it. There are so many celebrities in this video and there's violence and futuristic technology. I am addicted! I know that I don't really like to admit that I like Taylor Swift, but who freaking cares because I like Taylor Swift! And this video is super awesome.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Grunge Playlist

I love grunge music so much; I wish I was born in the early 90s or earlier to experience this pure magic when it still lived. Of course I love the grunge now but it wouldn't exist if it wasn't for all of this sweetness...

  1. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
  2. Stone Temple Pilots - Plush
  3. Soundgarden - Black Hole Sun
  4. Alice in Chains - Man in the Box
  5. Bush - Glycerine
  6. Alanis Morrissette - You Oughta Know
  7. Hole - Celebrity Skin
  8. Collective Soul - Shine
  9. Matchbox Twenty - Push
  10. Foo Fighters - Monkey Wrench
  11. 3 Doors Down - Loser
  12. Puddle of Mudd - Drift & Die
  13. Radiohead - Creep
  14. Semisonic - Closing Time
  15. The Cranberries - Zombie

"Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.