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Lemme do my part to right the injustice. Here’s a song of the real rap album of the year.

It’s not even that I hate Macklemore…just his music. And I know it’s “cool” to hate on Macklemore these days in light of his obviously unwarranted acclaim for a mediocre pop album, and I know it makes me a hipster to say this but, I’ve always hated him.

Here’s some more Kdot.

Here’s an article that summarizes the problem with the Grammys and Macklemore

That’s just how I feel…

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I’m just going to keep bumping this album until I either get sick of it, or (more likely) post every song on it.

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This whole album is amazing. You should get it. It’s free here.

Enjoy 😉

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Gold Panda slow jams for your holiday Monday

I wrote the middle part first

and at some point I just couldn’t breathe anymore

The coffee has run out

and I’m sick of all this rain

Good morning 4pm

it’s another one of those beautiful days alone

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Sea salt and matchsticks lay scattered throughout the end of my journey through this inside out geranium.

Sea sticks and match salts line my consummate bookshelves. But this is going to be yesterday by now.

I wanted to love her but she was essentially just the combinatory product of her filter bubble–which made me realize too clearly that I was too.