97,587 plays Green Eyes Wavves King of the Beach


my own friends hate my guts

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How it feels to chew five gum

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69 plays Play Crack the Sky Brand New Deja Entendu


We sent out the SOS call

It was a quarter past four in the morning when the storm broke our second anchor line

Four months at sea, four months of calm seas to be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point

They call them rogues, they travel fast and alone

One-hundred-foot faces of God’s good ocean gone wrong

What they call love is a risk, cause you will always get hit out of nowhere by some wave and end up on your own

The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts to bail us out

And flooded the engines and radio and half buried bow

Your tongue is a rudder

It steers the whole ship

Sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth

But the wrong words will strand you

Come off course while you sleep

Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef

The vessel groans, the ocean pressures its frame

To the port I see the lighthouse through the sleet and the rain

And I wish for one more day to give my love and repay debts

But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship through still and storm

But this ain’t the Dakota, and the water’s cold

We won’t have to fight for long

This is the end

This story’s old but it goes on and on until we disappear

Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath

I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea

I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean

I know that this is what you want

A funeral keeps both of us apart

You know that you are not alone

Need you like water in my lungs

This is the end

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Roswell, New Mexico by Phil Bergerson.


Emile Hirsch as Jay Adams in Lords of Dogtown


Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk

40,705 plays A Lack Of Color Death Cab For Cutie Transatlanticism

I’m reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03 and on your machine - 
I slur a plea for you to come home
But I know it’s too late…
I should have given you a reason to stay

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"Ollie finally grew into his bow tie." -taylor1021



Can we talk about BoJack Horseman.

Heck yeah.