A silver mylar pillow floats solemnly from the pale hands of Andy Warhol, through The Factory window, across the grainy New York skyline and the sound embodying that work of art was perhaps a work of art itself – The Velvet Underground. They were the stark elusive balloon that burst upon a deflated scene injecting that scene with radiance that connected poetry, the avant-garde and rock and roll. They were a band of opposites, shooting freely from pole to pole without apology, with dissonant beauty, trampling the flowers of peacemakers, treading the blonde depths. Black in a white world. White in a black world. They opened wounds worth opening with brutal innocence, without apology, cutting across the grain. Gritty. Organic. And in their search for the kingdom… for laughter… for salvation… they explored the darkest areas of the psyche and they re-emerged and they delivered up. All of these things can be deemed romantic but one aspect can be truly romanticised –their work ethic. They are The Velvet Underground and their work is the clipper ship. — Patti Smith on The Velvet Underground (via just-like-sister-ray-said)

candyysays:

some of my favorite things about Lou’s music are the slight imperfections in the songs where you can hear him breathe or sigh or laugh or something and you can see and feel him singing it so clearly and it’s so powerful and human!! but like he’s dead now so no more laughing or breathing. I miss him so much

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ultimateisbetter:

I swear there’s a conspiracy 

ultimateisbetter:

I swear there’s a conspiracy 

- Does this look like a partner to you?

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officialfrenchtoast:

"im here to apply for a job"

"hey arent you the girl who poured all the food that you could find in your house on your hair while in the shower with Toxic playing in the background?"

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