“Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
In your hoof lies the heartland
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux, it’s all in your eyes
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Blended by the lights”Obsession with Alt J, lately :)
Just so different, I love alt J’s music.
Remember those giant floor pianos in toy stores? These two dancers/keyboardists decided to put it to good use, Bach-style.
BADASS.
JAWDROP
So, if you put your URL in here, you can listen to all the music you've ever blogged.
(Source: pirouette-off-the-fucking-handle)
- The Beatles: And when I touch you I feel happy inside. It's such a feeling that my love I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.
- Led Zeppelin: If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you. When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me. Kind woman, I give you my all, Kind woman, nothing more.
- Guns N' Roses: She's got a smile it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place...
- Bob Dylan: Why wait any longer for the world to begin, You can have your cake and eat it too, Why wait any longer for the one you love. When he’s standing in front of you
- Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe, you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid), you a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid)
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red; it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light
(Source: niennas)
These amazing people are from the Finnish forum dedicated to J.R.R Tolkien, “Vihreä Lohikäärme” (=The Green Dragon). We have meetings quite a few times per year. This is from the meeting which was held this summer.
PRESS PLAY. DO IT DO IT DO IT.
THE NOTES. OH MY.
Alex Day: Forever Yours
Brilliant <3
Finally combined the end of the X-men track and Magneto from the first class score
- IMO they belonged together ;)
This is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen and if you don’t watch it right now you’re a dum-dum head.
The only downside is it reminds me of how much I miss David Tennant :(
“The List of Things That Daddy Is Going to Buy Henry in the Event That the Mockingbird Doesn’t Sing,” by John Green
Also this.
“Superman Theme,” also by John Green
Would like to remind you all that this exists.
Blackbird | the Beatles
Moriarty’s Pumped Up Kicks
A parody, if it wasn’t obvious. I had a lot of fun making this.
Lyrics:
I know you’ve got a quick mind
You’ll look around the room, who knows what you’ll find?
See, you’ve got quite a pet
Hangin’ off your arm, perfect target
And now, you can’t hide or run
You’ve gone too far, but we’ll have some fun
And you won’t even know what
What’s comin’ for you, I’m comin’ for you, yeah
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better solve, better solve
Faster than my snipers
All the other kids
with their crimes undid
better hush, better hush
don’t speak my name
But now I’ve got to bid
Thirty million quid
just to get, just to get
you playin’ my game
Sherlock works a long day
He’s comin’ home late, he’s comin’ home late
And he’s bringin’ me a surprise
Bruce-Partington plans on a flash drive
I’ve waited for a long time
The slight of my hand is now a troop of snipers
I reason with your little pet
I’ll set your heart on fire, gonna burn it out, yeah
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
Thought that I was dull
But I’m changeable
Get away, get away
Wish you’d stop tryin’
Maybe now your fate
We’ll negotiate
‘Cause, come on, it’s for John
Now can’t you stop pryin’?
But the flirting’s over, Sherlock, daddy’s had enough now. I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning… my dear. Back off. Although, I have loved this — this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
No one gets to me
Not to Moriarty
But you’re close, very close
Knew you had it in you
Oh, it’s such a shame
That our little game
Has to come to an end,
You just can’t continue
