Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
Can’t contain myself. Kanye is blowing me up.
This is a song I made this year about the commitments we make to our friends and lovers and how it’s so hard for me to fulfill them. I recently read a fantastic essay by Dean Spade about polyamory and one of the most important messages I got from it was to treat our friends more like our lovers and our lovers more like our friends. In the essay, Dean brings up how we are prone to show insecure and abusive sides of ourselves only to our lovers in an attempt to adapt to the romanticized idea of a relationship, and I’ve suffered from that badly.
After making it I realized it’s almost, pretty much, a cover of M83’s “Midnight City”.
Source: SoundCloud / Conde Vu
Naomi Elizabeth - God Sent Me Here to Rock You
James pointed this video out in his post about Naomi Elizabeth and after watching it a believe it’s a very spellbinding piece worth watching a few times again.
I’ve just seen and heard so much hatred. I’ve been called garbage, I’ve been called the death of fucking good music, trash, stupid, pointless and disposable. I don’t understand. I’m just trying to make people happy. And it’s such positive, fun music. Like, why are people so angry?
haters are fat virgins who went to AA and can’t drink anymore
if life isn’t some kind of divine miracle its the luckiest natural accident ever or i guess some kind of strange inevitable byproduct of infinity
(and/ or the matrix)
……………despite everything horrific that happens every day i still think the human experience is better than there never being any experience of anything
is this adulthood
I no longer want to read other people’s opinions on the new albums by bands I love, let alone get indignant about them. Truly, I am grown!