Deerhoof - Apple O'
2003; American; Indie rock; Really sweet Japanese vocalist and 'cute' sounds. Whatever listen to it I've got more shit to post anyway
http://www.mediafire.com/?mz3yzzznvgj
Life is ridiculous. Okay, I know, obvious as hell. But my keyboard is sticky from a spill and I'm out of cigarettes. Do you realize the amount of annoyance I've allowed myself to indulge in? As if my cozy little home and 24/7 relaxation isn't enough! Ungrateful bastard I am. I'm completely unmotivated to do all of the small things I usually find fascinating and constructive while under various influences. I worry constantly about living a life where my career is not my passion and my passion is long dead. I worry that my friends and even myself will begin to lose value in art and music, and come to see life as a measurement of intoxication and material possession.
We're self aware as beings living pre-programmed lives, with this awareness itself being a path created by previously defined circumstances. At the end of the string there is a common rhyme and rhythm to the world. One scale on one beast, flaking off as it flaps its wings.
We live our lives with erratic, grand, and completely amorphous concepts rustling our subconscious, but invariably our endeavors as humans are irrelevant to the rigid interweaving dreamscape that invites meaninglessness to focus on and around more meaninglessness, allowing it to pander its evolution against an error of ego and self. This instinct has articulated over billions of years, and we continue to deny its error despite being surrounded with empty dolls called corpses. We beg and plead and substantiate our lives, hoping the universe will see things our way and save us. We call this God, and it's the hope that aware human beings need to cope with the realization that 75% of their organism is dying and the rest may well be cancer. There is no God, but there may well be a Judgment Day. When the spark hits the keg, the people that live will continue to be the lucky ones, the single sperm that hit the egg. The reason why we are human beings is because our most original strand of replication was an equation of luck; a frame-by-frame of chaos and madness. So when the strong, intelligent, kind, evil, rich, and impoverished alike, all die in one fell swoop, humanity will continue only to perpetuate its essence; Survival - luck, chaos, perfection. I wonder if we'll become angels, demons, or cockroaches. Perhaps all three or none at all, depending on what scope is set on us.
As I ride this fuckin dragon, I think to myself "real life is calmingly boring sometimes, but I consider it among my top five delusions." With so much outside of possible knowledge, and so, so much within it, one has to relax, take it all in, and become that much more content with the world.
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