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[Labelnews] Full Album Preview and Pre-Order of the New DFBM Releases

I am excited to premiere the new Dying For Bad Music releases over a new side project I started: First-Listen.com (beta). It’s designed to stream the full album and set a mood with short video loops. You don’t need to watch fancy full featured six minutes music video clips to get the artists intention. Get the message or get inspired in just 6 seconds. This is for the Vine Generation! The best experience will be on a desktop computer with any browser beside Internet Explorer. On mobile devices i
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thespectraldimension:

Friedrich Schröder-Sonnenstern: The Mass Demon (1954)

thespectraldimension:

Friedrich Schröder-Sonnenstern: The Mass Demon (1954)

vintage-musicians:

Play Hard, Pray Hard

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vjeranski:

Bill Traylor
Green Critter

vjeranski:

Bill Traylor

Green Critter

Split Screens - “Stand Alone” (Official Music Video)

Fantastic Stop-Motion animated video out of vintage magazine cut-out’s. The perfect tumblr video! 

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Alleyway serenade.

(Tuscany; iPhone 5)

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Alleyway serenade.

(Tuscany; iPhone 5)

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AUGUST
(By John Updike)

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

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AUGUST
(By John Updike)

The sprinkler twirls.
The summer wanes.
The pavement wears
Popsicle stains.

The playground grass
Is worn to dust.
The weary swings
Creak, creak with rust.

The trees are bored
With being green.
Some people leave
The local scene

And go seaside
Bungalows
And take off nearly
All their clothes.

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A Quiet Skin
(by Laurie Sheck)

Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
    Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bitsSingling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing—Each thought breaking always in another.

All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.

(Fog in Montepulciano; iphone 5)

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A Quiet Skin
(by Laurie Sheck)

Thinking has a quiet skin. But I feel the break and fled of things inside it.
Blue hills most gentle in calm light, then stretches of assail
And ransack. Such tangles of charred wreckage, shrapnel-bits

Singling and singeing where they fall. I feel the stumbling gait of what I am,
The quiet uproar of undone, how to be hidden is a tempting, violent thing

Each thought breaking always in another.

All the unlawful elsewheres rushing in.

(Fog in Montepulciano; iphone 5)

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anachoretique:

Petra Černocká, The Girl on the Broomstick (Dívka na koštěti); Directed by Václav Vorlícek [Czech Republic], 1972.

anachoretique:

Petra Černocká, The Girl on the Broomstick (Dívka na koštěti); Directed by Václav Vorlícek [Czech Republic], 1972.

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inneroptics:

René Magritte & Georgette Berger

inneroptics:

René Magritte & Georgette Berger

emilypdunne:

Herbert

emilypdunne:

Herbert

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vintage-musicians:

Sugden and I were cutting through town from prisoner patrol out in the Valley. Past the paddies and the sugarcane. Past the graveyards and tangled hedgerows. The beer-can hovels with shoeless babysans playing in the muck. Into the chaos of downtown. Then we spotted them. I almost wrecked the jeep. We coudln’t believe our eyes. Gutars. Amps, too. Even drums… (via Guitars | Rock ‘N’ Roll Soldier)

vintage-musicians:

Sugden and I were cutting through town from prisoner patrol out in the Valley. Past the paddies and the sugarcane. Past the graveyards and tangled hedgerows. The beer-can hovels with shoeless babysans playing in the muck. Into the chaos of downtown. Then we spotted them. I almost wrecked the jeep. We coudln’t believe our eyes. Gutars. Amps, too. Even drums… (via Guitars | Rock ‘N’ Roll Soldier)