sheep and goats
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sds:

The Last Five Years - “Nobody Needs to Know” (lyrics)

This song is heart-rending. He’s singing to what seems to be his wife, but you quickly realize that he’s singing to the woman he’s having an affair with. The rest of the song is his angry and resigned justification for cheating. The melody is haunting, the piano/cello instrumentation is gorgeous, and the poetry used to describe his crumbling marriage is poignant.

In the end, his lyric reveals how selfish and twisted his perspective is:

All that I ask for is one little corner \ One private room at the back of my heart \ Tell her I found one, she sends out battalions \ To claim it and blow it apart [as she should!]
I grip and she grips, and faster we’re sliding \ Sliding and spilling, and what can I do? \ Come back to bed, kid, take me inside you \ I pormise I won’t lie to you

Beautifully sad.

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The Rescues - “Follow Me Back To The Sun”

Tracks off their upcoming EP are available on Facebook. Here’s one of them.

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NSYNC - “O Holy Night” (a cappella)

The Point

I was an active tumblr user until recently, when my employer decided to monitor all internet usage and explicitly forbade blogging and various other non work-related activities on the interwebs. So now all my posts are composed or reblogged during off-hours, making heavy use of the queue.

I also enjoy(ed) following various intellectually stimulating tumblrs, but I cannot keep up with my current follow count with the time I have these days. As glorious the flood of internet memery is, as wonderful a cure it is for the mind-numbing monotony of cubicle life, it’s simply too much. Hence this account, for following-use only. If you are one of the lucky few—the sheep separated from the goats, if you will—consider yourself complimented: you are a sheep. And as we all know (or should know), sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell. I’m sure it means volumes to you.

If you haven’t figured out who I am yet, I’ll provide one clue as to who I am not: a controversial student activist movement.