music videos are one of the most versatile, accessible and exciting art forms. outside of the mainstream exist videos made out of ice sculptures, paper and food fights. videos that restructure videos of the past, videos that feature costumed adults riding bikes choreographically and rarely used techniques that add to the unique-ity of the artist. enjoy. words above the vids are the key reasons that i love them.
Tuesday, June 16
see
Friday, February 13
why?
songwriting at its most provocative.
who only look at black and puerto rican porno
cause they want something that their dad don't got
then you know where you're at
mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
in a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
on booze, i'm left in residue and confused
like the first time you used soft water
down on my luck, caught unaware
like houdini when the last fist struck
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
sucking dick for drink tickets
at the free bar at my cousin's bat mitzvah
cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
picking fights on dyke night
with shirlies and lokes and snatching purses
doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses
blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
sending sexy smses to my exes new man cause i can
on the road trying to break an old van
eating pussy for new fangs, i am what the hell
using purell till my hands bleed and swell
missing mail at a motel 6, i'm unwell
if i'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, i am
it feels exciting touching your handwriting
getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
at the r. crumb exhibit, i wonder who's sicker
jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
the kind of shit i won't admit to my head shrinker
not even in a whisper to my own little sister
i just act like a dick and talk shit when i'm with her
aught six i'll say the friday before easter
this is not good i cried to myself in the pisser
and with you in the front row at the silver jews show
and you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
at showbiz pizza when i was six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this
if i'm sinking in laughting at something sunken in, i am
at jacob han's on tour i wake up
hung over on a hardwood floor
from a dream about how your dress
hangs off of your little breasts
i'd rather be dead than call this song
how i lost your respect but god bless or get neglected
and i'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me
Saturday, September 6
U S D
USD could stand for many things considering how many sluts go here. overall though i'm having a pretty good time being back. the weather is absolutely gorgeous. i walk everywhere so my legs are quite toned and i'm no longer out of breath when i climb stairs, i've met some really cool people simply by sitting in the center of my little apartment area (The Vistasssss) and having a cig or two. my roommate is the coolest person ever and our apartment is super cute. the only downside is how quickly people change for the worse. it's disappointing how easily people lose their coolness and respect value just by changing who they are depending on who they are around. i thought that was high school shit but i guess nott.