Here at Fuck Yeah Music From Films!we’re celebrating our 1000th post with a visual film score nod to one of the most classic scores of all time and the subject of our very first post on this blog a few years ago.
Thanks for all the love, and for sharing our passion of “listening to films.”
“I’ve an enormous sense of pride of having been a part of this. It was my dream when I read the books. So dreams sometimes do come true.” - Christoper Lee
College kids are the absolute last people you want to mug. They’re in peak physical condition, they have no money, and most of them have such a twisted view on the value of life they would rather you shoot them than give you the $4.37 in change at the bottom of their book bag.
Who, after all, speaks today of the annihilation of the Armenians?
Adolf Hitler, to Reichmarshal Hermann Goering and the commanding generals at Obersalzberg to convince them that they would get away with what they were doing just as the Turks had (via the-hero-of-ages)
Conservative Party:
A bunch of over-privileged bell-ends who want to make the country into a foreign investment piggy bank and would felch a corpse if there was a penny in its arsehole.
Labour Party:
Lying weasel shits who're too scared of the newspapers to be pugnacious unionists and got turned into the same species of oily corpse-felchers as the above under Blair.
Liberal Democrats:
Backstabbing henchpricks who will suck the shit off the tongue of whatever corpsefelcher ends up with a majority, which sure as fuck will not be them.
Green Party:
Well-meaning sad jumper twats who cannot get their shit together sufficiently to find out how much money things cost and don't understand science but less nakedly capitalist and racist than the others. Still fucking idiots.
UK Independence Party:
Money-grubbing scheme perpetuated by a selection of racist fucking dinosaurs and stage-managed by a media-savvy toad who refuses to die despite repeated hints from the universe.
Scottish National Party:
A monstrous orgy of values from the first three but with a Scottish accent. Manages to look vaguely non-evil by standing next David Cameron but would definitely wank off oligarchs just as hard.
Plaid Cymru:
No one fucking cares, Wales.
Christian Democrats:
Fruitcakes. Actual fruitcakes.
Respect Party:
A vehicle for George Galloway's bloated fucking ego designed to make sure he can still pick up consultancy fees from business twats too fucking thick to realise he has no power and is a weird, conceited bully.
Russell Brand:
A dickhead who has looked at the state of the world and eloquently decided that the problems therein would be solved by having shit hair and collecting STDs.
The British Media:
a vile collective of gleefully shit-stirring goblins determined to turn what is already a depressing muck-spraying festival into an actual outbreak of permanent political e.coli.
The British Public:
fucking simpleton shitlickers terrified of anyone foreign, petty to the very core of the souls they don't have, spoonfed every single opinion by a lazy and opportunistic congolomerate of wildly corrupt newspapers, would actually be more use to the world as a whole if used as firelighters or human contraceptives. Fucking irredeemable.
Me:
Someone who has to read about this shit for work, every single night, in every fucking newspaper, and currently wishes this whole wretched archipelago would hurry up and crumble into the shitting sea.
Between the 9th and 19th centuries, Arabic-speaking scholars translated Greek, Latin and even Sanskrit texts on topics such as medicine, mathematics and astronomy, fostering a vibrant scientific culture within the Islamic world.
The library, a joint project of the British Library and the Qatar Foundation, offers free access to 25,000 pages of medieval Islamic manuscripts. Among some of the most significant texts:
The Book of Knowledge of Ingenious Mechanical Devices (1206 A.D.), which was inspired by an earlier, 9th-century translation of Archimedes’ writings on water clocks. Devices such as the “Elephant Clock” were the most accurate time-keeping pieces before the first pendulum clocks were built in the 17th century by the Dutch scientist Christiaan Huygens.
This is one of the only three recorded copies of an influential treatise on the construction and use of astrolabes by Abū al-Rayḥān Muḥammad ibn Aḥmad al-Bīrūnī (973-1048), containing 122 diagrams.
No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away—until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence.
“Your generation would probably ‘livetweet’ the apocalypse” you say, and you laugh
You mean it as an insult, and I understand,
Or you don’t
because the word lies awkwardly on you tongue, stumbles as it leaves your lips, air quotes visible
You meant it as an insult, so you don’t understand, when I look into your eyes and say “Yes”
Because we would.
It would be our duty, as citizens on this earth
to document it’s end the best way we know
and if that means a second by second update
of the world going up in flames, or down in rain, or crushed under the feet of invading monsters
so be it.
It would mean a second by second update of
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Are you all right?”
“Stay close”
“Be brave”
It would mean a second by second update of the humanity’s connection with one another,
Proof of empathy, love, and friendship between people who may have never met in the flesh.
So don’t throw the word ‘Livetweet’ at me like a dagger, meant to tear at my ‘teenage superiority’
Because if the citizens of Pompeii, before they were consumed by fire,
had a chance to tell their friends and family throughout Rome
“I love you”
“I’m scared”
“Don’t forget me”
Don’t you think they’d have taken the chance?
Sometimes it hurts when people scorn internet cultre (via herrsassyfras)
