@cinco_bajeena so I’ve been to every movie store in town, including an indie place, and nowhere has Freak. I’m beginning to suspect that physical copies just don’t exist lol. However, I finally found not one, but two copies of Return in Red at a nearby Movie Stop. I didn’t have any cash or I might’ve bought one.
How My Band’s New Album Unlocked My Ipod’s Hidden Powers
First things first, here’s our first “official” (meaning, on Bandcamp) release, Best of Year One: http://trialofthegoldenwitch.bandcamp.com/album/best-of-year-one
This is a collection of the 22 most listenable songs that my band has recorded in the past year. I think it’s quite a fun and cool collection. I’d have released it for free, but Bandcamp won’t let me—not that it matters, since who wants this shit on their computer(?), and also the streaming is the same quality you’ll get for downloading.
Nonetheless, I actually bought the damn thing, because I wanted to put it on my ipod and was too lazy to hunt down/convert all the songs to mp3s. And through doing this, I discovered a new function on my ipod touch!
See, when I uploaded the songs, I filled in their lyrics, which you can see on the individual pages of the songs. Unexpectedly, when you play one of these songs on an ipod touch, it shows the lyrics on screen while the songs is playing, and you can scroll through them and it’s pretty awesome.
I don’t know how to even put lyrics on a regular mp3, and clearly it’s not a normal practice to write lyrics to song files, since I’ve never seen this before. I gotta say it’s pretty fucking cool!
Actually, you were (partially) correct. The poster on the left is BRS, but to the right is Durarara!! (The same one I gave extra copies of to Vic) and above is FMA. The orange one is from Hanna is not a Boy's Name, a webcomic I really like. :D
Shit why did I say Baccano? I even have that Durarara poster. Was just thinking of Baccano because Marcus came to my house and stole my Baccano box today.
Fucking hell
When I’m done with this dentist appointment
I hope my friend picks up the phone
And I find out I overreacted
And don’t drive to his house
With no idea what to expect
And don’t run into his mom
And find out about some drama
Because I don’t know if I should be this involved—
If I should let you figure it out in your own—
Because I’m just a twenty year-old NEET
Who’s really full of himself
And I don’t want to find out later
That all my advice was bad
And that you followed it.
But then I also don’t want to find out
That all of it was good
And you didn’t follow it.
I don’t want to be uninvolved
But can I shoulder whatever blame
I know that I’ll allow myself to take?
How many times have I been called the devil on the shoulder
Self-proclaimed master of peer pressure?
Am I as powerful as I think I am?
If I am, how far will I abuse it?
I wish that you’ll answer your phone
And tell me that you figured it all out
More imaginatively than I know how
And with confidence
Because I only don’t want you to leave me
As much as I don’t want to drag you down to hell with me