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S*X & R*X

My personal go to playlist. from Indie Rock to Pop, Alternative, Soul, I hope i’ve introduced you to some new music

steezy boy_part3

corcovado - pussy magnet

Glassjaw - You Think You're John Fucking Lennon

the chicken from outer space

Nausea - The Punk Terrorist Anthology, Vol. 1

Nausea - Cybergod

Circle Takes The Square - Decompositions - Volume Number One - 04 The Ancestral Other Side

Future Shine

Skate

Good Looking

i am the sun 
and i am the moon 
and i am every star in the sky 
and i am everything 
and anything 
inside and out 
but i can’t feel it 
potential i’ll never touch 
and my dreams will stay as dreams 
an endless reach 
empty red painted walls 
pictures torn 
boxes tucked far away 
an emptiness in my chest 

and back then you were so cool 

i faded to black and i never came back 
that part of me i’ll never get back 
when can i catch my breath? 

we can hide in your closet 
and you wont ever touch my hand 

we. can. hide. in your. closet. 
and you. can’t. ever. touch. my hand

Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

Pocho Aztlan

Plata o Plomo

sowithout. - nauticalstartattoo

Dystopia - Number One Hypocrite

Aus-Rotten - Poison Corporations

Wish

Friday I'm in Love

Adrenaline

7 Words

Viva Presidente Trump!

Pared de Muerte

Goblin

She (feat. Frank Ocean)

Raza Odiada

La Migra (Cruza La Frontera II)

Collected

An Open Letter

Stomp Em Out

unotheactivist - stomp em out [prod. by djyoungkash]

When The Kite String Pops

Acid Bath - The Blue - When The Kite String Pops

i. Enter By The Narrow Gates 

"All Hope Abandon Ye Who Enter Here." 
-Dante, The Inferno 

Bring forth the Light, 
To raze colonies 
In a single cleansing breath. 
Don't sleep, my queen; 
The sun rises one less time 
Than it will set. 
Now overhead, the stars 
That guided our forebears 
Have turned to dust. 
And underfoot, the churning 
Framework of this earth 
Succumbs to rust. 

Bring forth the Light. 

These dreams of Thunder displace, 
Dismantled spirit's burnt bare- 
Sylphs in the shards resounding, 
"Open to the Field!" 
Depatterned, floating in Grace, 
Mapping the fragments... 
"For to awaken and reassemble, 
Enter by the narrow gates." 

All has been inscribed 
In the footnotes of time, 
From the rising dead 
To the falling rains; 
From these proving grounds 
To the burial mounds 
Of fallen satellites' 
Skeletal remains. 

From a timeworn note's 
Subtle feeling-tone, 
To the coiled scales 
In this mistaken mode. 
Felt the birch bark walls 
Of the temple shake, 
When those who from heaven, 
To this earth came. 

From Eleusia 
To the Killing Fields; 
From the Promised Land 
To the coming plague; 
From the trenches of 
Every whispered war, 
To the future wreckage 
Of the Large Array. 

For the gate is wide, 
And the way is broad, 
That delivered me 
(Insufferable in-between) 
From the fleeting dawn 
To this endless night, 
In the labyrinth 
Of the Iron Kings. 

Now my footsteps take precedence as the traffic sounds fade, 
And this city's lungs have purged their last breath. 
I'm held captive at the curb before the World's End Lane, 
Where I pledge my self to uncertainty. 
From this shattered breaking point each new step must be 
Nothing short of the saddest act of sorcery. 
In search of that fleeting adversity, 
O, merciless emptiness, that used to possess me... 

So farewell Persephone, at rest on the altar, 
Who dared to merge stone with the skies. 
What curses of men guard the bridges you built, dear? 
What doorways, what star-gates have you left behind? 
So I'm following stardust, what's left of the twilight, 
To get to that last jagged line. 
To the edge of the earth by the age of rebirth. 
I'll dissolve, end this realm, and reclaim what is mine. 

Take in the knitting air, 
Part with the cleansing breath, 
Destiny turns the soils in which we manifest. 
Suffer the burning coals, 
Yield to the spiral tides, 
Peer into the darkness, that all may be defined. 

(swing wide the narrow gates)

Circle Takes the Square-Enter By The Narrow Gates

When the Kite String Pops

Acid Bath - Cassie Eats Cockaroaches

Daitro - Comme Du Papier

After a lengthy legal battle with SST's former distributors Unicorn Records, during which the band couldn't even record under its own name, remaining members Greg Ginn, Henry Rollins and Bill Stevenson started from scratch when the legal dust had settled. This album was recorded before a new bassist was hired. Guitarist Greg Ginn handled bass on the album, under the pseudonym Dale Nixon.

Released in 1984.

Black Flag - My War (Full Album)

I Have Dreams - Three Days Till Christmas

I Have Dreams - I Don't Imagine You And I Anymore

Total Doom

Means To An End

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Born Sinner

She Knows (feat. Amber Coffman & Cults)

Circle Jerks - World Up My Ass[1]

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Sowithout. - Brimstonehell;me

dull