love is just the opposite of freedom anyway

New favourite. 2012. Yeah.

Fuck I dig this band so much. New favourite record. Hooooooly shit. I couldn't even pick a favourite track. Just chose this one at random.

Frank Mechau Jr.

Maiko Haruki

hey
i love your feet of finest clay
they stir me in the strangest way
all your monologues are total cliche
you never have much to say
you're so hollow you
i can't follow you
where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid

and nothing's what you like to do
most people love the likes of you
they jostle for a better view

they can't believe you're really true
cos truth is dirt and no one's as clean as you

you're so hollow you

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread

i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say

the sun has turned a purest gray 

the world around us stoops to pray

you open up your mouth and bray with bestial naieveté

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and nothing's good enough for you

your eyes are of the clearest blue 

they gleam like something rare and new

you use them to disguise what's you 

and if i were you i'd do that too

you're so hollow you 

i can't follow you 

where you dare to tread i'm sure to wind up dead there's nothing better left unsaid 

and that's exactly what you say

An Oral History of Freaks & Geeks.

JUDD APATOW: We were up against the 10th season of Cops. I thought, If we can’t beat the 10th season of Cops, we don’t deserve to be on the air. And, of course, Cops kicked our ass.

SETH ROGEN: You just have to conclude that people would rather watch shirtless dudes get tackled than a TV show about emotional shit that’s funny.

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days
I'm getting lost
And tossed around this mess of pains
I think I'm tremblin' and frownin'
And tired of your stupid game

It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glass box
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine

I close my eyes and I slip away
These things seem to happen more than not these days

It seems I never have the time
To make my mind feel fine
Just locked inside this glass box
Looking out the window for you
It seems I'm never feeling fine