Wednesday, September 7, 2011

a mixtape story.


"making mixtapes is not like making buildings. No need to calculate, just feel it, and it will grow strong."

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and when i made my first mixtape for you, i feel miserable. When it supposed to be something romantic, what i think about was only tragic. I put all the song one by one, and i felt like opening our story back from where it started. The absurd coincidence, that leads us to something even more than sentimental. Something surreal that i can't even describe until this very moment, and yet still making me shiver.

i felt like we are made to be together, but that's too far from reality.

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"Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I..." --- Ingrid Michaelson, 'You and I'.


image taken from www.weheartit.com

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*if you feel like listening to something, check the mixtape here.

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