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Here Comes The Sun by Motion City Soundtrack from the album: Minnesota Beatle Project Vol. 3

motioncitysoundtrack:

Listen to our cover of “Here Comes The Sun” from the Minnesota Beatle Project Volume 3.  Releases this Tuesday!  

More info: http://blogs.citypages.com/gimmenoise/2011/11/minnesota_beatle_project_vol_3_tracklist.php

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Motion City Soundtrack covering Here Comes The Sun

Fantastic.

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New Live Performance: “Don’t Let Me Cave In” // The Wonder Years

I just can’t help but smile.

I just can’t help but smile.

Don’t Make A Sound.

Whenever this time of night roles around, I’m either at one of two places.  I have a head full of thoughts that start bursting out onto paper, or I wish I did, and I sit around trying to find inspiration.  

Tonights a bit more of the latter.  

I’ve got the typical jumble of thoughts and feelings, but tonight they’re just slowly sliding around, rather then settling into place.  So here are a few of them.

First off, now more then ever, I have no idea what I want to do with my life.  I’m realizing the amount of opportunities and interests I have, but also recognizing the limited window I have in which to make up my mind. In order to fully seize opportunity at least. And that’s frightening. I think about it a lot, and yet I’m no closer to figuring it out. Which is just fine, for the time being.

Secondly, and on a slightly different note, I’m loving the new Transit album.  The music is amazing, perfect for fall, and the album has given me new respect for the band.  This album marks a directional shift for them, away from their punk roots, and towards a more indie influenced sound.  This also marks there first release on Rise Records, a primarily metal label.  A punk band signed to a metal label and put out their lightest album to date.  I think that says something right there about the band.  They aren’t chasing trends, just making great music.  My hopes for the future of this band are immense.  I hope that some day I can pursue a career in music in the way that these guys have, doing what I love, writing the music that I want to hear.

Along with Transit, the new Jack’s Mannequin and Mayday Parade albums been on steady rotation on my ipod.  And recently Ben Rector has started picking up a lot of listens too.  In addition, the promise of fall has got me playing a lot of The Forecast and Dashboard Confessional as well.  I am fully ready for the leaves to start changing.

Third, I think the promise of fall break has me a little bit lazy.  I’m falling behind in my reading, and continually telling myself I’ll catch up soon.  But day after day, I spend that time catching up on the sleep I should have gotten the night before, but didn’t for who knows what reason.  I’m hoping fall break will be just what I need to refocus. And I can’t imagine ending it with the Jack’s Mannequin/Motion City Soundtrack show will hurt.

At this point, I’m fairly certain everything I’ve said so far is wonderful evidence of how jumbled my thoughts are.  Evidence of the fact that this isn’t one of those nights where things just click, and I write for several hours, cohesive and clear. I’m pretty scattered, 

But lastly, I’ve got a girl on my mind. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn’t. Who knows?

:)

I don’t think anyone understands how much I love the overpass on Belmont Boulevard. But maybe I’m wrong :)

I don’t think anyone understands how much I love the overpass on Belmont Boulevard. But maybe I’m wrong :)

An Oak Tree Stands Beside A Linden.

I love fall. Hoodie weather and that feeling that completely takes me over. That indescribable feeling. That intangible feeling that dominates my writing and fills my thoughts. I don’t think anyone understands how much I love that feeling. And I can’t help but believe that no one else feels the same thing I do.

That’s not to say that everyone else doesn’t possess feelings of equal magnitude. But when the cool, crisp air comes rolling in, I can’t help but think that what I’m feeling is unique. That what you’re feeling is unique.

And there’s something beautiful about that. These nights full of Dashboard Confessional and The Forecast, spent walking alone, spend close to the ones that mean the most; these nights mean something I can’t explain.

A warmth, a burst of color. Of orange and red and yellow. A golden brown and a peaceful green. Full of life and breath. And it encompasses the sky and the trees, and the air and the faces of the people I see for a few short months.

And I have no specific meaning or message to end this with. Just that on the edge of autumn this feeling begins to fill the air, running through my fingers. And though I am content knowing that I will never be able to truly explain it, trying is just somehow so satisfying :)

Ocean Breathes Salty.

I’ve been wanting to post something on here lately, but nothing’s really stood out to me.  None of the songs I’ve written lately seem quite ready for the world to see, and I haven’t been able to come up with anything to write about lately. So here’s an old one I stumbled on when I was looking through some old facebook messages.

This is a favorite of mine that I’ve written.  I think a video may follow this :)

Verse 1 -

So over dramatic

She was an addict

To chasing after things

She saw in her dreams

She never said it better

Then that night

She said, I don’t have wings

But I know that I can sing

I’ll never fly

But I’ll take flight

And I swear

I’ve never seen her shine so bright

Chorus -

And I wanted to hold her

Cuz I thought that she might float away

I wanted to hold her

Verse 2 - 

She carrys me

To the ceiling

She’s a high

of a whole new height

And I might never say it better 

After tonight

I’m not okay

But if she will stay

Then I’ll always be alright

She makes me so shy

You should have seen my childish smile

Chorus -

And I wanted to hold her

Cuz I thought that she might float away

I wanted to hold her

Bridge -

She’s a sunrise, fireflies

She’s modest mouse on summer nights

I know that she can sing, I pray that I can sing

But I swear

I swear that she’s got wings

Chorus - 

And I wanted to hold her

Cuz I thought that she might float away

I wanted to hold her

For more then just today