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I enjoy eating fried vegetables more than I enjoy not eating fried vegetables.Following
Ryan and I decided we’re going to start a club in Kalamazoo called the White Collar Running Society. We feel there just isn’t enough class in the sport of running, so the club will go on brisk jogs a couple times a week dressed in a suit and tie and matching white Asics.
Fuzzy Microphone Cover #18
Grizzly Bear - Knife
Just messin’ around with a fun song.
Fuzzy Microphone cover #17
Feist - Gatekeeper
I absolutely love this song, and had a little bit of time by myself to record a cover of it on my friend Ryan’s computer while he was at class today. I realized about halfway into recording the third part harmony that I sing the whole second verse in the first person. I don’t know why I did that, but I hope you’ll forgive me.
it seems to me as if those who have unconventional ambitions always get advised to follow some path or acknowledge “how life really is”, and accept the reality. what is that reality but a constraint, a formulated vein of safety that sways you into accepting the mediocre or waving off those ambitions as silly or unattainable? suffer the art, pursue the passion, and in the end acknowledge your own reality. in the end it’s only you that knows if what you’ve lived was real.
well put.
During the summer, I sort of secretly wrote this whole album based on a bunch of stories I’d heard throughout my life of guys getting their hearts broken. I took the stories and molded parts together and made my own little story about a guy talking about a girl named Annie Green before, during and after he knew her. For the most part the songs weren’t very good and it was just something I did for fun and as an attempt at writing a little different. I found those songs again, and decided to write one more about after he knew Annie.
Anyhow, this song is called ”Annie Green won’t speak to me”. I hope you like it.
Dear beard,
I’ve never laid eyes on you before, but I would very much like to. My face gets entirely too cold in the winter months without you. I promise to take care of you and wash you and whatever else you may require while residing on my face. If you are anything like my father’s beard, you have a very promising future.
Love,
Jeff
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Please reblog this to help strike a blow against pediatric cancer. I will post on Sunday exactly how much I’ve raised by doing this!
Don’t think, just reblog.
+ what Meg said.
i got the time, you got the dime
Do.
Bon Iver and St. Vincent… what a combination.
This is a band from East Lansing called Loune. They are nice guys, and I think their music is pretty darn fantastic. I found this on youtube and thought it was cool to see them play this song acoustic.
This is a new song I wrote tonight called ”Lock You Away”. It’s strange how often times the most unfortunate events inspire me to write the music that means the most to me… like songwriting can only be accomplished through some form of hardship.
Open your eyes; you’re not sorry, you’re blind
They can lock you away, but they can’t change your mind.
Nothing was heard; not a sound, not a word
Will you get what you want from the rest of the world?
With mothers eyes left crying out
Someday they’ll say you were somebody’s child
You were loved and you knew, then you left, then you lied
Families still cry, still awakened at night,
Still chasing a ghost, all intentions inside
With mothers eyes left crying out
Someone was wrong, now what have you done to yourself?
