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They’re called Joy Division

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Music Monday I am extremely nervous because assessment, final interview and the Math17 LT2 are all this week and I am not prepared edition.

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To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you,
To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you,
Moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you,
In a room with a window in the corner I found truth.

In the shadowplay acting out your own death, knowing no more,
As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor,
And with cold steel, odour on their bodies made a move to connect,
I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.

I did everything, everything I wanted to, I let them use you for their own ends,
To the centre of the city in the night, waiting for you…

Shadowplay - Joy Division

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Music Monday Today, or this weekend, or my life, was largely unproductive edition.

Or, I can’t believe I only listened to Deerhunter now they are awesome.

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Figure 6.7, from the Cambridge Encyclopedia of Astronomy: a graph of “successive pulses” or “flashes” emitted by the dying star CP 1919.

Fuck yeah, pulsars!

This is the nth Unknown Pleasures-related thing I’ve seen for the past few weeks. I love it.

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by Marine D.

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LOVE WILL TEAR US APART. 

Reblogging for Ian Curtis.

Music Monday. Looks like someone really couldn’t stop listening to the new LCD Soundsystem. And the plays from my iPod weren’t even counted.