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Paris please!
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Une Fille Comme Les Autres
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If you had to, you’d go all night…
Kick out the amber lights by ScotDrakula
Hard heat, where the hit lands.
Hair flys in loose strands.
Oh boy! Whad’ya tell em?
No SHIT?! That was so dumb…
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
Break fists into slow ground.
Head flys with no sound.
He bets on that left hook.
You see such a dumb look.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
Drunk yells in your side view.
Some skid, went your school.
Kudos on that high right.
If you had to, you’d go all night.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
Chin up, for the round two.
Fess up. You got no clue.
Impact, like a clear bell.
Welp…that shit didn’t go well.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
I know you aint about to let em talk that shit bout your Girl.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
If the cops show up we’ll run like hell.
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Unknown legend…
I am in travel mode. I’m off to LA, San Fran then NY. One month today to be precise.
It’s been a long time coming and I feel like I could almost not come back. Watch out Big Sur! I can’t wait to traipse through the Redwoods and watch the sunset on Pfeiffer Beach.
Neil Young has been on high rotation. Especially Unknown Legend which I think is the perfect road trip song. My favourite cover is from TOTR, stunning!
Do you have any tips? Avoid Alcatraz and Hearst Castle? Venture deep into Compton?
Either way, I’ll keep you posted. Oh yeah, NYE was magical. A few relaxing days in Byron with good people, unlimted cider and endless beach days.
Listen and learn:
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Montana…
Merry Christmas!
Did everyone have a beautiful day? Santa didn’t hear me, I asked him for a new pad. Preferably in the country side with sprawling acres and two golden palamino horses. Ahh well, one can only dream. I can’t believe we are now into the New Year. I feel like I’ve run a million miles and back in the last 365 days. Chaaaange is a sign of the times and I’m not ready to turn 25 yet!! Maybe if I situate myself in New York for long enough it will be alright. Lots of help to get me on the way with various XMAS delights including a generous gift voucher for Flight Centre and some new threads from Scanlan to make me look the part. Too bad it’s snowing in NY, here come the mittens hehe. I am also much looking forward to some much needed down time in Byron. I just had one of the most amazing days of my burgeoning career with Julian Wilson. From setting up his media schedule to taking him to Cafe Ish to ordering crab for brekkie. It all feels so surreal. I am super grateful to have had the experience and no doubt have much to take from it…
Book Club ended up on an awkward high with our KK exchange taking place over an air hockey table in galaxy world. All my wishes came true when I became the proud owner of a portable pug. No disrespect to Kirby but it was the thought that count. 50 dumplings each later it was all or nothing on the dodgem track with a few bruises. Winding up at the new Tio’s tequila place, we had beers on the house, non stop laughs from the jerk unicorn and reminisced about all the times we’ve had this year. Not to be outdone, little Dani Abi returns to our shores for one night only which should be a riot. Cannot wait!
Reflecting on 2011, I cringe and obsess over things I wore and listened to. I had a love affair going on with Chevy Chase for the early part of August and had you can call me al on repeat! Who am I?! Who admits he looks mighty fine in white suit? You can’t contest it. A lot of love for Bon Iver’s Holocene track and video. It broke my heart listening to this song when Kirby died but it lifted me at the same time. Seeing Unknown Mortal Orchestra at the Opera House was a highlight and jostling for a spot to see Tyler the Creator was intense. I will never stop wearing my 3/4 cream pants and my black mid boots have become an essential. I still wish I could pull off a backwards cap 
Can I just have some bright neon lights?
See ya on the other side
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Almost the end but not quite…
WOW!
Have you heard? Book Club got one of the original members back. Dani has rejoined the circle once more (promise not to leave again!) Feels like home and with Christmas around the corner, it’s perfection to have her back.
Pics for your perusal – you’re welcome!
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Years around the sun…
Beautiful day in the ocean with Liz. We went for a surf at Dee Why this morning. Getting up over the waves and riding it into the shore, there is nothing better!
We both looked at each other and felt the same thing, we’ve been friends for so long….it means a lot to share experiences with someone who has always known you.
I’m so proud of everything she has achieved this year and I don’t think I tell her enough.
There was no place I would rather be in that moment.
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Star gazing…
I definitely did not want last night to end.
Epic walks around the city.
Perfect gentleman.
Building lines.
Spider ropes and high swings.
Lemon sorbet.
Star gazing.
Future trips.
Listen to: Next Levels King Geedorah
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Sleeping lessons…
As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving – not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are gone.
- Synecdoche New York
Missing The Shins….sleeping lessons live is epic
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