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The Fray - Love Don't Die
I Don't Die (feat. Chris Brown)
Here comes Jim Jarmusch. There are only a few directors that even the most committed film fan could recognise from yards. Jarmusch is one. The large waft of white hair — framing familiar prescription sunglasses — has been a feature of the movie community for some 35 years. Broken Flowers won the Grand Prix at the festival. He approaches from the direction of the Mediterranean.
Don't die with your music still in you is the most profound phrase I heard over and over as a child. I knew that we all incarnated in this lifetime with a purpose, with something unique that called to us and excited our soul, and the idea of dying without ever expressing the music I came here to play terrified me. It still does! I've asked myself many times what my purpose is-- why am I here? As a child, my parents instructed me not to follow the crowd. Later, when I was a teen, they'd tell me, "When you follow the herd, you're bound to step in shit.
Z ombie movie genre conventions are held up for mockery in this painfully ironic, agonisingly hip anti-thriller. The performances are so deadpan or undeadpan perhaps that most of the cast seem to be flatlining even before the zombies start chewing chunks out of their faces. Admittedly, some of it is drily amusing, and Jarmusch has fun juxtaposing scenes of explosive gore with the laconically understated reactions of various cast members. And Jarmusch is not above grave-robbing previous zombie movies for ideas. Like George Romero, he links the relentless, lumbering hunger of the undead to consumption — in this case, however, the monsters are craving wifi coverage rather than the contents of a mall. We are all zombies now, is the suggestion, whether or not we have a pulse. Facebook Twitter Pinterest.
Mind your motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see buck, buck, buck How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me yeah, yeah And my niggas mobbin' deep, hoe, I'm a fuckin' prodigy yeah, yeah, yeah I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain't that hard to see Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me I know you probably want that. I've been doin' this since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at buck, buck, buck Always in trouble, 'cause I was never learnin' nothin' Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks brap, brap And all that been sleepin' on me, fuck it, where the bed at? Mind yo motherfuckin' bid'ness, ain't nothin' you gotta see buck, buck, buck How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? Buck, buck, buck Yeah, I'm cool but you don't wanna see that other side of me yeah I don't want to hear no sorrys, bitch, fuck your apology I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain't that hard to see I don't wanna get to know you, no please, don't say hi to me Ain't no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me buck, buck Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me I know you probably want that. Applyin' all the pressure Potato on the chopper Shootin' through the pillow, blood on the feathers buck, buck, buck Rollin' dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s woo Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil Hit a bitch from the back like I don't know better Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend buck, buck, buck Yeah, I'm on a weed high, dehydrated Her booty fuckin' skin-tight, Levi made it yeah, yeah Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable Keep my cards in my pocket, never put 'em on the table woo Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her naval Do what I say, don't give me no ultimatum Ride around or die, get your life taken Shit, already went half on a baby buck, buck, buck, buck All these broke bitch ass niggas Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin' get a bag woo How you fuckin' 25 with your first car? I got 10, that's why them niggas mad hey Why you wanna hate on progress?
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