i accidentally grabbed an extra cult tote at fyf when i was running to the main stage. i don’t need it so y’all can have it.

what u get:

  • cult tote
  • my love


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  • ends september 27
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  • yeah

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Enough with the scraps and teases: Here’s a full track from Tyranny, the first album by Julian Casablancas + The Voidz. Technically, Tyranny is the second record to bear Casablancas’ name, following 2009′s electrified jaunt Phrazes For The Young, but if “+ The Voidz” didn’t sufficiently explain that this is a brand new project, this song ought to do the trick.

The first thing you need to know about “Human Sadness” is that it’s 11 minutes long. The second thing is that those minutes mostly comprise noisy, impressionistic sprawl. Yes, the guy who made his name writing brilliant compact ditties built from carefully assembled moving parts is now letting it all hang out, for one song at least. His music has always sounded like it was darting through a grid, songs wildly whipping around sharp corners like the young speed demons navigating city blocks in “New York City Cops.” Even at his most groovy and relaxed, as on “Under Control,” there was a rigidity to a Casablancas composition. Each track had the feeling of a swaggering rock ’n’ roll machine. “Human Sadness,” then, is the ghost in the machine, freed from its box and drifting off into the stratosphere. It’s still recognizable as a Julian jam — that grizzled, golden howl; those gnarly guitar leads that suddenly show up seven minutes in; the bass part that casually but commandingly lopes around beneath the euphoric haze. Yet it’s also unlike anything he’s done before, shameless in its shapelessness.


beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field, i will be meeting you there

put money in my hand
and i will do the things you want me to

Vanity… overriding wisdom,
usually common sense.

should i delete it,
you said you’d read it
you promised you would never ruin it with sequels,

I wake for you… on and on

beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there.
the moon’s a skull, i think it’s grinning
the room is full of people now i think it’s spinning

wanted you… didn’t ask for nothing. wait for you… on and on

and i don’t need your tie, i don’t need to, tired of saying it.
we don’t need more talk, don’t empty out your canteen on the desert floor.
…ahhh, it’s all my fault

never wanna spell it out,
i just want to say that it is all my fault,
i could never spit it out,
i don’t wanna fix your tie…

never want to say we’re sad,
thankful that we got some chance,
i know you won’t get back your time,
i wish that you could take it back…

beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there.
he wanted it more than me, i suppose
i was in a rush to wait in a line.
now i hear echoes of my old self,
this is not the way to be.
all at once,
i lost my way…

is it not true, the things that we did?
come here at once and look what they did
come here shut down and tune in tonite,
learn the words that they teach you without you realizing it
come here sit down and watch some tv

mine all mine / wait your turn
cross my cross / slice his hand
not your son / not your friend / not your enemy

i rely on the little things to get me by,
conscience says “i’m ok”,
you don’t hear what they say.
“he’s not my son, search his home”
off to war,
it’s time to go hide inside

soft skin,
weak chin,
just walk me thru it, tell me what to do i’ll do

hurry hurry, that’s my baby
ohh, do what you can.

all the time - he waits for me.
and now we talk from time to time,

hits you on the head when nobody’s there,
then he says ‘come here could you fix my tie?’

it’s never gonna be,
to be is not the way to be.

show me where to go don’t get angry so quickly,
fuck depression…

beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
i will be meeting you there
understanding is more important than love,
if not money will always trump justice

all is lost,
i’ll find my way…
so i say,
to be is not to be.
to be is not the way to be.
Human Sadness lyrics by Julian Casablancas (via lostgirlsclub)