Posts Tagged ‘music’

 

Prepping Partner for Life says, “This girl deserves to be eaten. Doesn’t she know you’re not supposed to make noise during a zombie apocalypse?”

 

Watch ’til the end.

Set in a future radiation-contaminated world.

I’ve got a cupboard with cans of food
Filtered water, and pictures of you
And I’m not coming out until this is all over
And I’m looking through the glass
Where the light bends at the cracks
And I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Pretending the echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know

And we become silhouettes
When our bodies finally go

I wanted to walk though the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet
But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make
Our cells divide at an alarming rate
Until our shells simply cannot hold
All our insides in, and that’s when we’ll explode
(And it won’t be a pretty sight)

And we’ll become silhouettes
When our bodies finally go

I sort of like The Shin’s cover better than The Postal Service original.

Nuclear shadows from Hiroshima

Nuclear shadows from Hiroshima

I think this song is about drinking special kool-aid.

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“’39” relates the tale of a group of space explorers who embark on what is, from their perspective, a year-long voyage. Upon their return, however, they realise that a hundred years have passed, because of the time dilation effect in Einstein‘s Theory of Special Relativity, and the loved ones they left behind are now all dead.

Bummer.

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photo by Andrew Moore’

A song about the Chernobyl disaster.

classroom in Chernobyl

classroom in Chernobyl

This is just one of many great songs that use the end of the world as a metaphor for love gone badly. Damn, love can really suck,eh?

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I adore St Vincent.
Wait
I’ll be swifter than the speed of light
Carbon my body a billion years of time
You wake with the stitches over both your eyes
And deny me my body and all earthly delights

It’s time
You are light
I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of

All your praying moments amount to just one breath
Please keep your victory
But give me little death

It’s time
You are light
I guess you are afraid of what everyone is made of

So take to the streets with apocalypse refrain
Your devotion has the look of a lunatic’s gaze