“Its funny you said ‘pink dust’ before actually because when we were recording Crying Lightning, I think that was right around the point where Jamie disappeared for, what? Like a day and a half we didn’t see him, when we were out there on the motor bikes. And then he returned in like a poncho with a sort of strange pink dust on his shoulders and seemingly under strict instruction to set the Echoplex to a certain… he was like ‘I know the increments, I know where it should be.’ And then that’s where his sound came from for Crying Lightning.”

— Alex Turner on Crying Lightning (via jamiephillipcook)

she was walking on the tables in the glass house / endearingly bedraggled in the wind / subtle in her method of seduction / twenty little tragedies begin

The Age of the Understatement (TLSP)

sharing secrets I was taking to the grave / nosebleeds from epiphanies I took full in the face

Anyways

I wanna be in that damsel patterned alley / where you go for a smoke / and sorrow slow dances

All my own stunts

I'm pinned down by the dark

Dangerous Animals

not shy of a spark / the knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark / frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark / the middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.

505

see you later, innovator

Brainstorm

AT: I think New York is a good place to write in general because it’s a grid. It’s organized. You know where you are on the map. That centers you and your imagination is perhaps freer to roam. Vanity Fair:I think that’s one of the unsung reasons why so many people can create here, the math. AT: Obviously there’s chaos if you want it, too.

Q&A: Alex Turner | Vanity Fair

glass bottomed ego / still afloat but can’t you see the cracks appearing in the base?

The Bourne Identity

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date?

Star Treatment

happy birthday Alex Turner, you legend.

lipstick on my pillow via my cheek

Dracula Teeth

do you still think love is a laserquest / or do you take it all more seriously / I've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that I've had / but you're always busy being make-believe

Love Is A Laserquest

frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark

505

and as your shrinking figure blows a kiss / I catch and smash it on my lips

Sweet Dreams, TN

I’m not used to raising the roof then telling the truth

Vertigo (Mini Mansions)

yeah, but his bird said it's amazing, though / so all that's left / is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf.

Fake Tales of San Francisco