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"Bull Black Nova," by Wilco.
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"Home," by Daughter.
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"Stability," by Death Cab for Cutie.
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"I Know You," by Bright Eyes.
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Quote: Originally posted by DigitalSympathies
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"You Know It's True," by Jules Larson.
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"Make You Feel My Love," by Bob Dylan.
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"Uprising," by Muse.
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"Five Years Time" by Noah and the Whale
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"Give A Little Love," by The Mostar Diving Club.
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"Delicate," by Damien Rice.
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Put Your Hearts Up by Ariana Grande
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"Gold On The Ceiling," by The Black Keys.
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I'm Not Over by Caroline Liar
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Your Favorite SONG:
You’re a mean one Mr. Grinch You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as a cactus, And as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch! You're a bad banana, With a greasy black peel! You're a monster, Mr. Grinch! Your heart's an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch! I wouldn't touch you With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch! You have termites in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch! v Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile! You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch! You're a nasty, wasty skunk! Your heart is full of unwashed socks. Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch! The three words that best describe you Are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk!" You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch! You're the king of sinful sots! Your heart's a dead tomato, Splotched with moldy, purple spots, Mr. Grinch! Your soul is an apalling dump-heap, Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, Mangled-up in tangled-up knots! You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch! With a nauseous super naus! You're a crooked jerky jockey, And you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch! You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich, With arsenic sauce!  |
"Gnossiennes," by Erik Satie.
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" Whoot, There It Is "
by 95 South "Excuse me, Sonny. You know where I can find some booty?" Whoot, there it is (let me hear you say it) Whoot, there it is (yeah, I like that) Whoot, there it is (a little louder) Whoot, there it is (yeah) Whoot, there it is (come on, come on yeah) Whoot, there it is (I like that, come on) Whoot, there it is (yeah) Whoot, there it is (baby baby) On the floor with the girl in the blue (yeah) I got a pocket full of chance so what you gonna doTurn around and let me peek And let's play a little game of hide-and-seek Show me now how to get into this A twenty dollar bill that's nice and crisp What you gotta do: work Shake it down and watch me go berserk You know just what I'm talkin' about Pop that thing move it in and out (like that)Get on the stage and work that chap And yo fellas where the booty at? Whoot, there it is (One more gain, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All my friends, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All the fellas, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Everybody, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is (One more gain, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All my friends, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All the fellas, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Everybody, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Excuse me, Sonny. You know where I canFind some booty? (Whoot, there it is) Find some booty? (Whoot, there it is) Find some booty? (Whoot, there it is) Find some booty? (Whoot, there it is) Ooh-e ooo e, look at that booty Ooh-e ooo e, Excuse me Sonny Ooh-e ooo e, look at that booty Ooh-e ooo e, Excuse me Sonny Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty (come on, come on) Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty (yeah baby baby) Whoot, whoot, Work that thing like a real dealer, come on Whoot, whoot, Work that thing like a real dealer, come on Whoot, whoot, Work that thing like a real dealer, come on Whoot, whoot, Work that thing like a real dealer, come on Whoot, there it is (come on, come on, come on) Whoot, there it is (let me hear you say it) Whoot, there it is (yeah everybody) Whoot, there it is (yeah I like that) Whoot, there it is (I see you like that) Whoot, there it is (come on, everybody) Whoot, there it is (I like that) Whoot, there it is (come on, come on, come on) Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Like a hitter, like a hitter, like a hitter, uh Boy like a hitter Come on, say you get on the floor Work that thing till it works no more Shake it just like a salt shaker You gotta work that big mutha-faker If you wanna get paid You gotta sing that big old thing on the stage Make em fellas go wild Work that thing like it's going out of style Girl you look so cute With your long boots and your G-string suit Got on the stage and work that chap And yo fellas where the booty at Whoot, there it is Whoot, there it is Whoot, there Whoot, there Whoot, whoot, whoot, whoot, whoot there it is (All the fellas, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Let me know where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All the ladies, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Let me know where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All the fellas, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Let me know where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(All the ladies, where the booty at) Whoot, there it is(Let me know where the booty at) Whoot, there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, whoot there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Whoot, there it isWhoot, whoot, whoot there it is Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty (come on, come on) Ooh-e, uh, look at that booty (yeah baby baby) Work that thing - work that chap... Whoot! Hey, hey you damn kids... get off my lawn!! Krazyredd says, "I LIKES THAT SHIT!!!!"  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBwvFBxf_Eg |
"The End," by Pearl Jam.
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"I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick Of Time," by Bon Iver.
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Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode. Such a funky tune :D
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"Into the Open Air", performed by Julie Fowlis, from the soundtrack of Brave.
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"Call Me Maybe," covered by Ben Howard. So, so flawless.
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"LA Woman" by The Doors. I love Mr. Mojo Risin'.
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"The Choke," by Austra.
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