Just let us go

[ffffound]





Here We Go Magic - I Just Want To See You Underwater

It's complicated, you know. We don't know what we want. Well I know what I want, happiness. Like, I want to smile more and I think she could give me that. My toes tingle when I see her sometimes and life's short. So the complications... I just want to set them alight. But we can't, she can't. It's New Year, for fuck's sake, I just want to see her, it's too much not to see her.

Balearic rhythms and guitars, melancholy and clarity, watch out for this in '09. [via Rose Quartz]

[Here We Go Magic - buy/myspace]

Happy New Year.

Lights are in your eyes

[loveology]

The Raveonettes - Come On Santa

[Wishing You A Rave Christmas]

By the time Christmas rolls around each year, the need to curl up with family and wrap myself in light, warmth and beauty, is pressing. Like the deep breath between one year and the next. Laziness, easiness and love surround me. Not many Christmas songs capture the season as as well as this.

Bosque Brown - Silent Night

A wonderfully clear rendition of one of my favourite Chrismas carols. Her angelic voice echoes through your head speaking of Christmas' timeless story. I lie on the rug with my head under the Christmas tree, scratching the cat with one hand and squinting through the branches to see the light of the angel at the top.


Have a Happy Christmas.

Gun in the sun

[style.com, the pretty much perfect Burberry Prorsum S/S 09]

And to think it was all just a dream

[source: lost! sorry]

School of Seven Bells - Connjur

[Alpinisms]

What starts off as underwater journey is quickly pulled back to the surface by a beautiful voice and warm guitars, sort of how a beautiful voice and warm hand are the only things that are acceptable to pull you from your own journeys in your sleep. The surfacing/song is insistent with spaced-out, occasionally arching, guitar and siren-like vocals. Do you like your pop dreamy? Yes, please, thank you very much.

We were captured by Victorian vampires

[source: Deerhunter myspace]

Deerhunter - Saved By Old Times (Platts Eyott Session)

This session was recorded by Bradford Cox [Deerhunter/Atlas Sound] in September of this year on Platts Eyott, an island reserve in the middle of the Thames river, London. It's a continuous stream on consciousness containing songs from this year's Microcastle and 'Spring Hall Convert' from Cryptograms and is supposed to be listened to all at once - a tribute to John Peel. It's fantastically melancholy and confessional, a great headphone listen that somehow feels heavy on your ears. This song in particular, from Microcastle, makes any room you listen in seem a dimly lit, smoke-filled haven.

Listen to the entirety of the session here, and my favourite song from Microcastle here.

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Also:

Along with every other teenage girl in Australia, I will be going to see this today:



I'm more than a little excited.

I told you love, I'd try

[Joan Nocito]

A Classic Education - We Can Always Run To Hawaii


A group of young things sat at a cafe on the beach front, two among their number, of about ten, thought of nothing but each other. They laughed along with the others and watched each other's reactions and still refused to look the other in the eye. It had been three weeks since they had broken it off and she was still the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep. Later, the group walked along the sea front, kicking water at each other and telling stories. The two of them ended up walking next to each other, dragged behind until they couldn't hear their friends. They talked about anything and everything but themselves and the sun was in her eyes and the wind blew her hair everywhere till she couldn't see, her eyes were blurry and wet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She made her excuses and ran to catch up with her friends. He went and stood in the water, watched her walk away and tried to recapture some of her warmth in the sun.

[buy]

I promise, I'm on it

[here; via here]

They raced very fast on their bikes until the road ran out and then they stopped, gasping for breath at a barbed wire fence at the foot of, what looked like a hill 10 minutes ago, but which now more resembled a mountain. Ignoring the 'Do not trespass' sign, they gingerly pulled the fence apart for each other and slipped through. The sun was so hot the backs of their necks were burning as they put one boot in front of the other pulling themselves further to the summit. She tripped over some rocks, he picked her up, tucked her hair behind her ear and they continued. They talked and listened to a bird that was singing in a tree at what seemed like the very top. About half way up they stopped under a tree to shed jumpers and catch their breath. They sat on a log very close, their legs were full flush against each other and her perfume, their mingled sweat and the dry grass were all they could smell.

Sleep all day, just waiting for the sun to set

[I'm sorry, I can't remember who created this amazing image]

Chad VanGaalen - Willow Tree

[Soft Airplane]

[myspace]

P.S. My extended absense was the result of end of year stuff and gettin' loose at Schoolies, sorry about that. I hope to jack up my output this summer before I start university. Lovin' the holidays, aren't you?