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Syd is 25 now, and worried about getting old. ‘I wasn’t always this introverted,’ he says, ‘I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any.’ Suddenly he points out the window. ‘Have you seen the roses? There’s a whole lot of colours.’ Syd says he doesn’t take acid anymore, but he doesn’t want to talk about it… ‘There’s really nothing to say.’ He goes into the garden and stretches out on an old wooden seat. ‘Once you’re into something…’ he says, looking very puzzled. He stops. ‘I don’t think I’m easy to talk about. I’ve got a very irregular head. And I’m not anything that you think I am anyway.’

Syd is 25 now, and worried about getting old. ‘I wasn’t always this introverted,’ he says, ‘I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any.’ Suddenly he points out the window. ‘Have you seen the roses? There’s a whole lot of colours.’ Syd says he doesn’t take acid anymore, but he doesn’t want to talk about it… ‘There’s really nothing to say.’ He goes into the garden and stretches out on an old wooden seat. ‘Once you’re into something…’ he says, looking very puzzled. He stops. ‘I don’t think I’m easy to talk about. I’ve got a very irregular head. And I’m not anything that you think I am anyway.

(Source: lordkitchenersvalet, via fuckyeahrogerbarrett)

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I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dilettantes and ah… and ah… heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it’s a… it’s a term that’s based on contempt, it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that’s rotten about rock’n’roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure… I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it’s quite beyond my control and ah… when I’m in the grips of it I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I’m saying sir?

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There is desire to fight, but I have nothing to prove
With the crowd and some lights, I start to feel things move
Do you have something to hide? ‘Cause I think that we all do
I am a child inside, back up and give me some room.

”Mouth breather” is literally my favorite insult in the world.

Roars and howls and wails and shouts.

Original Composition: Asfandyar Khan
Arrangement: Mani Kashmiri
Vocals & Lyrics: Umer Naru

sedirktive:

when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.

(via dutchster)

Heard the sounds way back when they were born
Saw the gods before they knew they were gods
Danced with dogs and felt the freedom of filth
Got addicted at an early age

—Young Widows