For a body or a cause i.e., equality, social-class or for those that believe in living on Mars. If an inequality had a radicalized representation we wouldn’t, squirm at the vulnerability involved.

Of a personal represent by an organization humane of betrayal, a cause, can and will take delight in squaring their injustices. If you were to take out the issues involved and or if for arguments sake, moderate each other’s views. These opinions of class, politics and creed all are resolved to humanity, yeah wow great, plenty of headstrong argument to reside to a fact.

My social issues will always glare directly alarming to an individual’s environment, but the single resolve is we are not encroaching of your time.

As abrasive as we are, there’s a remedial doctrine that exists: do unto others as they do unto you ‘and a victimized betrayal is space well-wasted.’ Favorites song “Divine Hammer” The Breeders and Kim Deal. 

Lana del Rey, aptly one of American’s finest seduce of modern pop/soulful (Indy folk) musicians. Bid yourself time and acquaint the beautiful voice of ‘Lana del Rey’ for a quiet moment; between your gifted ambition. 
This variance complies to my favourites, soulful, seduction, and this aptly applies to my pounding sorrowful heart. A love for the youth in you.

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Basement jaxx: they kept to say no, finally the music played in jest, loving every cord structured. I had sold them the beauty of capture, they sighed with prize. This was our complete, the music played, I evolved now playing to the unconverted, that time and memories will hybrid too their needs.

Love you’re not a commodity, where I table, although my mistress my air is your catchy bae, told with ginger tea. I am the black man, in rehearse, together under he is proof; that you are no goof, although you know, am I labeled a fool, requisitioned in her wish her pearl’s. If you appearance him: to me to a greeting under your cosmic sky, then you will not knowingly share this truth. 
Teach his brother with warm ginger eyes, to surprise him with this proof, all stars arranged to fall you strung; my pearls are everything to me, when you address me blessedly, that you mean nothing to me, the interverse.

Vast as the Ocean sky: every conundrum to my black heart, is cause for a bunch of the brightest. Lost lines of Men played, for you spoke of demons and monsters of child’s play. Counting colours with the metropolitan crew, I were to betray, that it’s further at each end, then further to catch a friend.

My adaptation I meld

Aqua scales of a rain

The notes are heavy

Once you spoke

Our tide revolves to love

And all complaints are amended

Concern but one timing

A destination of repeat

Aqua blue the Sun and the tune

Of arising in a riptide.

‘Spiderbait’ this tune has always a welcoming atone, sometimes when I’m not a purple, my hijack to the land of youth, replays our time of forever.

When beautiful art is made; we appreciate this craft within, admiration not only, the joy your inspiring brings but also the base value our object has. Whether this body of art be visual, fiscal of nature or eclectic to sound: The Arctic Monkeys, will remain to their name sake, in this recent Album, how uninspired the; Arctic Monkeys remain. 
For the objective of art will surely be to inspire the upmost beauty from the craft. My uninspired sound of a magnificent production, has the need to array my frenzied discovery of this Album. 
To a blight on any artistic endeavor, if it’s made of wood; carve with the grain, marble follow the seams. Arctic Monkeys: four out of five stars for your brilliance, minus five for this habitual use of the keytar.

Thank you Girl: 
that poetry digs 
the unexplained deeper then 
only whence a soulless heart 
It’s mystical to pyrite 
becomes benign 
the mystery solved.

My connection to the lyrics from On a Blue Phone at the Green Iguana at the time of my existence were kind of irrelevant to me, just another catchy tune. Although I could not see it at the time, spending late afternoon’s listening to Crowded House repeat in corner with my bar-fly. In my afternoons return a hailed remedy with due recourse. Then in the absence of my rainbow, l was left to ponder. My day’s become bright and am on constant regard for any unwelcomed dark skies.
Damien Lovelock:

Hendrix in many a hazy sky. ‘Angelique Kidjo’ there you have me all from before, the Voodoo Chile, lusting to a ethereal bind.

Dress me in the deep of the deepest dressing found, the cat’s are streaming, and so far you’re here, where the revered are clawing, when you’re our needed.

The Wombats: a British contemporary soft rock band.

Major, play of the group’s music is blessed to my ears. And their latest song “brought a lemon to a knife fight” is no exception. Except this accompanying visual that provides the song. If the suggestive clip happened to portray an issue or remedy a feeling very good, though using supernatural effects to enhance of a empathy, does get betrayed as irrelevant.
Again great music and a youthful rock band. To fight an oppressive situation with an oppressive situation; provides for a blockchain and goes nowhere.
In the advert of technology there is a powerful platform for propaganda, and or relevance to reduce any harmful environment. Here The Wombats have created the scenario, withstanding in a limited time, and this usage of hence, about a short visual explosive.
This is a drama without any preface or inspiration. Imagery has a powerful affect on the psyche, especially if there’s an immediate attachment.
What is happening to mind is the same mentality that does get betrayed year’s after year, and this mob-rule without any just cause is bewildering.
So great song ‘The Wombats’ a meager, two for an emotional betrayal.

Chet Faker/NICK MURPHY. A lad that has this enormous talent, although he and this choice of pseudonym, suggested that NICK MURPHY had not thought himself an overqualified swooner. Time yourself in; thinking in textures, and I believe, thus it make you at least through till end.

Bring them around I can keep your Geese sound, and profoundly courtoisie them in a basted song, of caged rapturous, sumptuous, spicy clove. They will eat from a season foregone.
Toasting there delicate tags with profound beauty: first choose a pound of black briar preferably bonkers for you; give briars petals an original tale of romance, to dance with brilliant meet, until you lose your Fratellis

Giving into my only recommendation, you recall to view, how music has a maintaining annoyance with repetition gone. This song from a culturally aware matrix of modern idiom, gives in strong to an aging heart. Times hidden value betraying, at length not breadth, only to me one of today’s colourful scores.

Soulfully a melody to deliver what reduces the abundance, nestled within that rhythm of modern brand in today’s music, Teischa a lot of rounded voice to complete this haunting/poetic sound.

Bristol; ‘trip hop’ Massive Attack, saturated with music on the go, and enveloped to intake on the run. This was the calm to my Storm; developing an attitude/mental illness. I swam for survival, metering the sea of tranquility, the CD became my inner tempest. To live the song, breathe under water with skips of ambition.
Two decades ago now, this CD was my solice, and intermittently quelling a fire between.
Obstructions introduce in many forms, and though a good vibe is no get out, it can be a stabilizer.
To repeat losing balance, all inhibition and trying to stay neat, could be tough without help.
Massive Attack: Not a healing sound, but can induce your inner desire: