I love this song, mostly because I think cynicism is such an easy trap to fall into— I know I fall into it all the time.  It makes me feel smart, as though picking out flaws in things takes talent or something.  As Nana Grizol wisely reminds us, “cynicism isn’t wisdom”.

Today, I was talking to someone, and they were arbitrarily trashing the flag and the pledge.  The scary thing is, at first I thought they seemed really sophisticated doing it.  Cynicism allows us to deny that there is truth, and there is beauty.  It is rarely pure, but it is almost always there.  “I once saw a sunset so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect…”

I’m an idealistic cynic who needs to learn to lean more the the former and is wont to stray into the latter.  For the sarcastic mind, a sweet little song to smile to.

(via fuckyeahthebeatles)

Lyrics so beautiful, I’m going to let them speak for themself:

I saw your father in the hall
His ghost is living in the walls
I heard him crying while you slept
I heard him breaking things after you left

I watched you crawl into my bed
With curses spilling from your head
You said “We’re just the walking dead”
So I pulled the trigger and we floated off

Into the air
Into the air
Into the air
Into the air
Up in the air
We’re in the air
Up in the air
Up in the air

I used to worry about the time
That I lost my teeth along the line
So I carved the apple from my eye
And gave it to you before I went away

Blood ran into the kitchen sink
Your hand and lives are running pink
I sat and watched you as your ring
Slipped off and rolled across the kitchen floor

They cut your eyes wide open
And pour into your precious head
My reach don’t go that far dear
But please oh please don’t let them in

I sank into the sea
Wrapped in piano strings
Few words could open me
But you knew them all

Now I just sleep beneath your floor
My ghost just tries to keep you warm
I’ve seen the end, I’ve lost the war
One day you’ll join me here just like the rest

I hear the engines
They’re roaring in our mouths
The smell of creatures
Are falling tooth and nail to get out

I see the airplanes
They’re pouring from the chest
They fill the air
And burn and bury just like the rest

fuckyeahthebeatles:

The Beatles, who were new on the scene in London, had heard about the group through word of mouth, and were in the audience at the Stones’ show in Richmond at the Crawdaddy Club at the Station Hotel. Shortly thereafter, George Harrison recommended that Decca Records — the same label that had passed on the Beatles — sign a deal with the still-unknown Stones. 

In 1988 when Mick Jagger inducted the Beatles into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, he recalled first laying eyes on the group while on stage, remembering that, “we were playing a little club in Richmond and I saw right in front of me, there they were — THE FAB FOUR. The four-headed monster. They never went anywhere alone. And they had on the most beautiful long, black leather trenchcoats.” Jagger joked that, “I thought to myself , ‘If I have to learn to write songs to get one of those, I will.’”

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