http://olhoquenadave.tumblr.com/

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Tue, 21 May 2013 03:34:14 -0300

nowthisisgothic: Seeing this floating around on tumblr - you...

Sun, 12 May 2013 00:36:02 -0300

Seeing this floating around on tumblr - you should totally check out the archive/website of Karl Nagel. His punkarchive is an example for The Postpunk Project. Sending us photos for the book is possible until summer 2013.

Astaron

Sun, 05 May 2013 18:45:32 -0300

Astaron

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Sat, 04 May 2013 11:45:21 -0300

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Sat, 04 May 2013 11:29:49 -0300

n-architecture: What is and What Should Be: Soviet...

Thu, 02 May 2013 13:38:31 -0300

n-architecture:

What is and What Should Be: Soviet Constructivism on Film

Belgrado — New song from upcoming LP Siglo XXI at our...

Thu, 02 May 2013 13:23:00 -0300

Belgrado — New song from upcoming LP Siglo XXI at our practice space

Corpus Delicti — Staring Lyrics: I used to take the...

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:34:00 -0300

Corpus Delicti — Staring

Lyrics:

I used to take the night when it comes
I used to take the night as it falls
My body enfolded in it’s velvet pall
My bloody thoughts in it’s foggy call
I used to lay down by the hill
And watched the darkness, standing still
My head in pain among the cold
My hands grazed of growing old
I used to wake up with the moon
Praying for the sun to die soon
Lost in the wake of a brand new world
Burying myself in another birth
I’ve tried to run through the tide
But always fell before I fly
I used to get caught in the clouds
With blood on my face, with the strangest smile
Hoping for the wind to carry me away
Wishing for a wave to be another day
I used to climb above the walls
Made by the sound of the voices, cold
I used to try to touch the air
But always found a deep despair

Always lost, bewitched by the night
Deep in a black ocean, scared by the night
Now, I’m fed up with staring
At the black sky, suffering
There’s a coffin, waiting for me somewhere
With nothing to see inside and no reason to stare
I used to sleep close to the stars
But never fell the shining fire
Fighting for the eternal life
Looking for the killing knife
I used to take the night when it comes
I used to take the night as it falls
My body enfolded in it’s velvet pall
My bloody thoughts in it’s foggy call
A wake in a gloomy world
With killing mirrors that never glitter
Now, I’m fed up with staring
At the black sky, suffering
There’s a coffin, waiting for me somewhere
With nothing to see inside and no reason to stare
And devil is waiting for me somewhere
I’m coming I don’t know where
I close the door…

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Wed, 24 Apr 2013 06:09:54 -0300

gothtriggers: YOU WILL NOT PLAY MY BLOG OF...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 06:05:30 -0300

gothtriggers:

YOU WILL NOT PLAY MY BLOG OF TUMBLR!

nyx-alexandra:

Sometimes gothtriggers posts this unintelligible jumble of words and tries to pass it off as a joke or something and I’m like:

2087: astounding. somebody made a german expressionist...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 06:03:28 -0300

2087:

astounding. somebody made a german expressionist bathroom

Trois Couleurs: Bleu / Three Colours: Blue

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:08:04 -0300

Trois Couleurs: Bleu / Three Colours: Blue

Trois Couleurs: Bleu / Three Colours: Blue

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 21:05:07 -0300

Trois Couleurs: Bleu / Three Colours: Blue

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Thu, 11 Apr 2013 20:33:06 -0300

You have learnt nothing, except that solitude teaches you...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:50:25 -0300

You have learnt nothing, except that solitude teaches you nothing, except that indifference teaches you nothing: it was a lure, it was a mesmerising illusion which concealed a pitfall. You were alone and that is all there is to it and you wanted to protect yourself; you wanted to burn the bridges between you and the world once and for all. But you are such a neglible speck, and the world is such a big word: all you ever did was to drift around a city, to walk a few kilometres past façades, shopfronts, parks and embankments.

just like that: simply, self-evidently, like a drop of water...

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:45:00 -0300

just like that: simply, self-evidently, like a drop of water forming on a drinking tap on a landing, like six socks soaking in a pink plastic bowl, like a fly or a mollusc, like a tree, like a rat.

Moral Hex — Constant RegretMoral Hex s/t

Thu, 11 Apr 2013 13:08:00 -0300

Moral Hex — Constant Regret
Moral Hex s/t

Virgin Prunes — Caucasian Walk…If I Die, I...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 21:39:30 -0300

Virgin Prunes — Caucasian Walk
…If I Die, I Die

Lyrics:

I looked at my watch and I saw I had no time
Didn’t notice all the clocks on television
Controlled violence on sale in new streets
Don’t delay in boring studios
Whatever happened to Emancipation Act ‘73?
I think it’s lost, yes it’s lost
In a world of satisfaction, no delay!

Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words
Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words
Caucasian walk, Caucasian talk
Because I can’t do nothing, can’t do nothing

Seen is only truth in a shell of lies
Distributed feelings to a race that doesn’t comprehend
I don’t smoke, I just do it for the company
Political problems, sexual frustration won’t end
It’s the type of poison that doesn’t count in life
I think not of the glasses but of the drink

Glitter stardust in dull camp void
Hero are you out there or is it just a shadow
I could give you words if the world gives me vibes
Tell me what’s the position between the man and beast?
Impressions on a mirror for everyone of you to look at
It’s the type of happening in a weird situation
And that’s the reason for doing nothing

Like a crazy singer in a band that’s lost the words

I have no words, no words

lostsplendor: Reichstag Burning, February 27th, 1933 (via World...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 21:23:01 -0300

lostsplendor:

Reichstag Burning, February 27th, 1933 (via World War II Database)

Le Louvre during war, 1939- Laure Albin Guillot

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 21:15:00 -0300

Le Louvre during war, 1939- Laure Albin Guillot