bevin:

“Yellow haze” 10ille

Seafarer by Tennis

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oo-woah-oh 

It was a summer day, 
When you took my cares away 
When you whispered to me, 
And it was so sweet, 
She can blow us off track, so marry me, 
You found the weathered boat, 
Ocean baby you would know, 
When you feel the bow cutting through the waves 
No other motion can pass the day 

Seafarer look what you’ve done 
Got me chasing after the sun 
I’ve left my home and friends behind 
You’ve driven me clean out of my mind 

Don’t tell me when you’ve set sail 
You’d face a number if you could scale 

I know I never learned to set the oar 
Nothing left for me back on shore 

Will you call on me when you’re living on the sea? 
Will you call on me when your living on the- 
Oh-oo-oo-oh-oo-oo-ohoh-o 
Oh-oo-oo-oh-oo-oo-ohoh-o

Seafarer I must love you, 
Why else would I follow you 
I’ve left my home and friends behind 
You’ve driven me clean out of my mind 

Seafarer, oh-o-oh, you and I belong together 
Seafarer, oh-o-oh, you and I belong oh-o-o-oh-woah 
Seafarer, oh-o-oh, you and I belong together 
Seafarer, oh-o-oh, you and I belong oh-o-o-oh-woah

Come On Lets Go by Ritchie Valens

Tequila by The Champs

10 Mile Stereo by Beach House

The heart is a stone and this is a stone that we throw
Put your hand on this stone, it’s the stone of a home you know
They say we will go far, but they don’t know how far we’ll go
With our legs on the edge and our feet on the horizon

ellexxwallacexx:

Sade - Hang On to Your Love - Montreux Jazz Festival ( 1984 )

(via thedopesoul)

Palm Beat by Le Knight Club

Club Soda by Thomas Bangalter

Fresh by Daft Punk

QUIERO LAS OLAS, LA PLAYA, EL MAR! NOW.

You Know My Steez by Gang Starr

It’s time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
Cause MC’s have used up extended warranties
While real MC’s and DJ’s are a minority
But right about now, I use my authority
Cause I’m like the Wizard and you look lost like Dorothy
The horror be when I return for my real people
Words that split wigs hittin like some double Desert Eagles
Sportin caps pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin all the rappers who lack, over Premier’s tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So as I have in the past, I whup ass
Droppin lyrics that be hotter than sex and candlewax
And one-dimensional MC’s can’t handle that
While the world’s revolvin, on it’s axis
I come with mad love and plus the illest warlike tactics
The wilderness is filled with this; so many people
searching for false lift, I’m here with the skills you’ve missed
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone
Sort of like the master builder when I make my way home
You know my steez…