Owl city is dead.
Another victim of mainstream.
Assassinated by girls with myspace accounts and those who say omg often.
Who watch the hills and listen to Kanye West.
Who pursue boys who wear polo shirts and fohawks and play football.
And drive fancy cars their parents pay for.
Those who ponder little and talk much.
They hear sounds and smile plastic smiles.
They can't comprehend the underground.
Owl city thrived on kids with beanies and top ramen in their cupboards. The kids who work and stay sober on the weekends. Who know what true religion is. Girls who have never fake tanned in their lives and boys who pursue them in rusty old cars that are lovingly coaxed to life every morning. Those who pay their own rent and water their own plants.
When what you see is what you get, but they imagine more. Owl city was born and raised on a landscape like this.
When Adam was alone. Doesn't he realize he was the best when he was solo?
The world is sad.
Owl city is dead.
Thank you conformity and vh1.
About Me
- kimber.ella
- I'm a girl with too much to do and too little to share. I swim, learn, read, write and play music. Those songs that get stuck in your head in the mornings are from dreams I have the previous night. I love Relient K, coffee, pandas, and you! "Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance." —Luke 15:7
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