Okay, Playing with Fire is easily the best song on Brandon Flowers' Flamingo. Everything between the end of the first chorus and the end of the second makes me want to die of awesome.

He's definitely gone overboard with religious themes~ though.

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( See You When You're 40 )

Oh man, I love the music at the Oxford, it's like it's comprised entirely of my CD collection. It went from the Spice Girls to the Killers, Robbie to the Scissor Sisters (come back Scissor Sisters bbs, I miss you :( ). LOVE IT.

BUT one song that literally had me laughing outloud that I remembered ALL THE WORDS TO was this (unembeddable) song. Argh ( Read more... )

Apparently I really am the only person who thinks Fix You is depressing. Talking to a friend today, she made me explain it and I can completely see my logic. My logic is flawless! But I can't successfully convince someone that the song is the most depressing thing I can think of ( Read more... )

Old Killers demos are so amazing. I forget this when I'm having a moment with Goodnight, Travel Well and the like but little teenage angsty B.Flow is so damned cute.

I'm so glad they never re-worked Replaceable because the whole point is that he sounds so young and heartbroken because back then he was kind of fat and totally not cool ( Read more... )

I had the most challenging thing happen to me at uni today, I nearly burst into tears. Instead, I stuck it out. I have to do that for ten more weeks but I think I can, actually. Running away from things is too easy.

I love my best friend. This whole shitty new year can almost be balanced out by this evening after 4:30pm. non-platonic hugs from ( Read more... )

After having doomed, overly grand and romantic plans to see Coldplay in Melbourne the first time they came to Australia; after completely missing the memo last time they came, then stubbornly refusing to see them anyway; tonight I saw them live for the first time ( Read more... )

freckle freckle, what makes you so special?
I'm gonna leave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're all alone (even you, baby)

w.a.m.s = we all mean something.
That, along with the Four Agreements on my wall is trying to make me feel better. We all mean something; "what others say and do is a projection of their own reality". But we all mean something.

Out here the good girls die,
Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep
It's such a bitter form of refuge.
Don't you know the kingdom's under seige?
And everybody needs you

Aw, I love my favourite band.

Well that was uneventful ( Read more... )