SMALL POTATO MASHUP! that’ll be a fun-eral! hahah its punny
that one was just too perfect for you haha i cracked up when it came on
sup biatch
Opening Credits: Only Love - Anthony Green ft Nate Ruess <3
Waking Up: Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson
First Day At School: The First Single - The Format
Falling In Love: Even Better yet - the format
Fight Song: Technicolor Girls - death cab for cutie
Breaking Up: think of me - phantom of the opera
Life’s OK: marys song - taylor swift
Getting Back Together: brothers on a hotel bed - death cab
Wedding: decode - paramore
Birth of Child: …hoedown throwdown…- hannah montana
Final Battle: sore thumb - the format
Death Scene: king and lionheart - of monsters and men
Funeral Song: SMALL POTATO MASH UP
End Credits: The Best day - Taylor Swift
so. much. death cab. and. the format.
For those of you who liked “Questions” at the NAHS coffeehouse this is (probably) the first recording. For the “finished” version you could always check the Kevin facebook page. However, for those who want nothing more than Jeff Brower on harmonies, my voice, an acoustic guitar, and an egg-shaker, then this just may be the version for you. Enjoy!
QUESTIONS - KEVIN
<3 guys i love kevin okay.
SUP GURL
Opening Credits: Summer Sun - Jukebox the ghost
Waking Up: Long Division - Death Cab for cutie
First Day At School: Some Nights (Intro) - YOU KNOW WHO DIS BY (fun.)
Falling In Love: Shark In the Water - V.V. Brown
Fight Song: Lights - Ellie Goulding
Breaking Up: Sleeping In - THe Postal Service
Life’s OK: Snails - The Format THIS ONE IS PERFECT
Getting Back Together: Carrying - Jukebox the Ghost
Wedding: Questions - Kevin youre not going to know this…cause it my friends band…but ill reblog the audio for it haha
Birth of Child: Just a Dream - Nelly
Final Battle: Why am I the one - Fun.
Death Scene: A good time at your expense - the format
Funeral Song: such great heights - the postal service
End Credits: Your new twin sized bed - death cab for cutie
does this mean i do it backwards? im gonna.
Opening Credits: Magic - B.o.B
Waking Up: Smile - Uncle Kracker
First Day At School: Undercover Martyn-Two Door Cinema Club
Falling In Love: Not Over you - Gavin Degraw
Fight Song: Secrets - One Republic
Breaking Up: Lightness - Death Cab for Cutie
Life’s OK: Talking Bird - Death Cab for Cutie
Getting Back Together: Good Day - Jukebox The Ghost
Wedding: So let Us Create - Jukebox the Ghost
Birth of Child: The Point Of No Return - Phantom of the Opera
Final Battle: Smile - Avril Lavigne
Death Scene: Backstabber - Ke$ha
Funeral Song: Price tag - Jessie J
End Credits: Summer Skins - Death Cab For Cutie
i started at the bottom cause it was too hard to rearrange it all haha
A sweet lesson on patience.
A NYC Taxi driver wrote:
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.
‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
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and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you your life soundtrack.
LIFE STORY:
Opening Credits:
Waking Up:
First Day At School:
Falling In Love:
Fight Song:
Breaking Up:
Life’s OK:
Getting Back Together:
Wedding:
Birth of Child:
Final Battle:
Death Scene:
Funeral Song:
End Credits:I never get any of these, but maybe today’s my lucky day and this sounds like fun. SO PLEASE GUYS ?
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Mr. Kernaghan brought up a good point in that if we all joined together and had nearly 100% participation in some sort of strike, the school would have absolutely no idea what to do and we could make a big difference. So let’s stir up some trouble, I’m feeling rebellious. Any ideas?
i dont know that i dislike the school so much as the people in it…but we should do one of the strikes where at a certain time everyone in the school gets up without saying a word and goes and stands outside. that has always just seemed super bad ass to me, and to get everyone to do it? WOW.
guys im mega weird tonight, im sorry.
actually im not at all sorry. if you have a problem with it WELL I DONT CARE.
<3
imagine a lip gloss that tastes like your favourite bandmate’s lips being invented
can it taste like my favorite bandmates *coughnateruesscough* penis instead?
(Source: outtatheskies, via jazzysmustache)
guilty. fucking. pleasure.
and yes im eating it with a fork. dont question it. just accept it.
