mixed tapes. the sound of summer playing over the radio. driving along. wind in your hair. friends beside you. one song after the next. a cut, a hook, a beat, a chorus, rhythm. deep-seated meaning in every line. this isn’t a love song. this is life.
Lauren
Tapes n tapes. Their first album was impressive, but their second album was disappointing. I love those hard beaten drum strokes and nonsensical lyrics of theirs.
Olivia Griselda
the video tape records my efforts my failures my triumphs (if there were any) but i cannot stop it its in my head its not real. tape
zeke
tape nastro
Laura G.
粘着性の瞬間は私たちの記憶に執着します。
蓮
tape me a song and play it to me.
tell me ow much you care.
then i will cherish it forever.
and play it when the end is near.
ella day
Tape in a box. Tape in a room. Tape on a piece of wire. The mighty Fixer.
John Middleton
POop
Poop
There is a box
on a table
next to my bed
formerly it held a mixtape
made by a former lover
in a past life
when cassettes were strewn around
my house
my work
my car
All the tapes are gone
as is she
the box remains
both an anachronism
and a pleasant memory
etouffee
tape, duct tape. this is the bond that holds my life together. allthought it is not the all-in one fix all that red green claims it to be. i am confident that when i have a problem duct tape will be there for me. and that is all the security i need in this world
Peter Warmerdam
tape tape tape tape tape tape, grape grape grape grape grape, mate mate mate mate mate, date date date date date, state state state state state state, love.
sensu
all the tape in the world couldn’t tape my mouth shut. If the government demanded laws to tape up peoples mouths, my face would be free and tapeable, if I had a pair of sissors.
Sensu
tape…what is the meaning? it holds stuff together. paper, objects, cars, whatever you want. Its pretty magical. David Lew already wrote about tapes.
Dani
Plastered all over your face. Sprayed in the eyes with mace. Hello. Please stop assaulting me.
Anoos
I used to love making mixtapes when I was younger. But we could also be talking about scotch tape? Duct tape? Toothpaste? Tape deck… who has tape decks in their cars anymore??? “Hey man, let me play this tape in your car!” “Um, I dont have a tape deck in my car anymore. I have a cd player.” “Whats…a cd??” “I have old friends.”
David Lew
The Gov. demanded to hear the FBI tape recordings of his phone calls. “I wanna hear them,” the Gov said. “I know what I said. But I want to hear their version of it.” The Gov. was soon indicted on charges of having really bad, goofy looking hair. He would eventually end up on a reality show hosted by a billionaire with really bad, goofy hair. That’s life.
vladdytrout
tape is the thing inside video tapes, or VHS.
they remind me of my childhood,
when every lazy afternoon my mum would put on one of my favourite childhood movies,
like harriet the spy or legend of the leprechauns.
as i grew they were viciously taped over,
never to be seen again.
ashlee grimson
Tape can be used to hold stuff together, cardboard, paper, people… stuff like that… the non-sticky kind can record stuff, like indie band demos.
Josh
When I spent a year abroad in Maine, I constantly heard about Duck Tape. I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about, as I am German. I constantly imagined tape with little cute ducks printed on it and laughed a lot. Never would I have expected it to be plain and black.
Ti
it is my lifeline to my soul and voice over the universe like a string to your heart it will represent the spirit of our minds
Annemarie Steinvoort
det var en stille morgen n
ac
Tape comes in many different types and uses. Does anyone actually video or audio tape any more or is it all digital now? There is scotch tape, duct tapy, electrical tape, athletic tape. yadayada
Nancy*
tape sticks to everything. it is the opposite of wishy-washy and non-productive and most days it makes me look pathetic in comparison, when you look at it that way. tape know what it wants and it will not be swayed to do anything else until it has been satisfied. tape has a dream and he has realized that dream.
a
It plays, you can record on it and it’s a wonderful thing to keep your memories and music and sounds on. it keeps your thoughts, your loves, your words and it’s easy and simple to use. you can keep videos on it for years and play them over and over again, it’s just a great object to own.
coffeemaker
masking
jobert
Tape is great. It’s usually sticky, but how come whenever people wrap birthday presents the tape is always hidden, and perfect, and clean. Whenever i wrap presents the tape sticks to my fingers, and twists and turns, and sticks together, creating a big ol’ mess. Why is this?
Olivia
i tape my eyes, my mouth, my mind shut and wait for the words and the blood and the view from up above to bleed through the fragile fabric. But the longer I wait the thicker it all gets, the thicker the tape gets.
Mickey
tapes were a thing i remember when i was a kid. my brother and i would make mixed tapes, recording songs that we heard on the radio. we would record ourselves being silly on tape and listen to it, laughing. tapes getting unspooled. tape the conversation.
da
I remember my first tape, I copied it with my old hi-fi stereo. They had a different taste than today’s CD, they were more human I think. I remeber my long afternoons upstairs recording my favourite radio program, how good it was.
Carl
rolling reel. keep going. getting tangled in the see through stickiness. keep sticking. holding things together when we rip it apart.
Sal
double dills dont date dirty memories please pardon the plan and send frequent film to digest
Jacks
My moustache for the play slowly peeled away from my face. I pushed it back – hoping miraculously the adhesive would re-stick-a-fy and I would be seamless. But alas the stick was gone. I looked around the room.
mullmole
tape… adhesive… not even the strongest could have kept us together apparently. I can’t believe I invested like that when I didn’t have that commitment back. Hopefully i’ll find someone else who will stick with me.
nanette Nielson
sticky duck creative nice smelly sticky fun arty usefull cool
hi
I remember this one time me and my aunt put tape on one of my cats paws… it was so funny. He kept walking around and in between each step he would jump in the air and clap his hands together. He was trying to get it off. He looked like he was all happy or something haha. Eventually we took them off, but not after we already had a good laugh.
amanda
what are you doing sitting there in the shawdows. you say nothing but still annoy me. you think you are the shit but you clearly are not. fuck you.
Beth
I used to have some old tapes that i would listen to all day. Those were the times. That was the cool thing, and a boring thing to do if you wanted a specific part of a song :P
Anonymous
Tape is sticky. It’s like if a glue factory exploded onto a highway. A miniature Highway that is. All the cars are like hair that when you drop it they all stick to it to create a nasty adhesive.
Ceara Currie
I tape-recorded your last perfomance. You were dancing and singing for me. I taped the box iniside of which I put the video. I sent it to you on a cold afternoon- and that was the last memorie I had of you. Now I have nothing left.
Anonymous
Two days had already gone by with my imprisonment. The tape still covered my mouth. Nobody had yet bothered to take it off. I looked around at my surroundings, trying to yet again find an escape route.
mixed tapes. the sound of summer playing over the radio. driving along. wind in your hair. friends beside you. one song after the next. a cut, a hook, a beat, a chorus, rhythm. deep-seated meaning in every line. this isn’t a love song. this is life.
Tapes n tapes. Their first album was impressive, but their second album was disappointing. I love those hard beaten drum strokes and nonsensical lyrics of theirs.
the video tape records my efforts my failures my triumphs (if there were any) but i cannot stop it its in my head its not real. tape
tape nastro
粘着性の瞬間は私たちの記憶に執着します。
tape me a song and play it to me.
tell me ow much you care.
then i will cherish it forever.
and play it when the end is near.
Tape in a box. Tape in a room. Tape on a piece of wire. The mighty Fixer.
POop
There is a box
on a table
next to my bed
formerly it held a mixtape
made by a former lover
in a past life
when cassettes were strewn around
my house
my work
my car
All the tapes are gone
as is she
the box remains
both an anachronism
and a pleasant memory
tape, duct tape. this is the bond that holds my life together. allthought it is not the all-in one fix all that red green claims it to be. i am confident that when i have a problem duct tape will be there for me. and that is all the security i need in this world
tape tape tape tape tape tape, grape grape grape grape grape, mate mate mate mate mate, date date date date date, state state state state state state, love.
all the tape in the world couldn’t tape my mouth shut. If the government demanded laws to tape up peoples mouths, my face would be free and tapeable, if I had a pair of sissors.
tape…what is the meaning? it holds stuff together. paper, objects, cars, whatever you want. Its pretty magical. David Lew already wrote about tapes.
Plastered all over your face. Sprayed in the eyes with mace. Hello. Please stop assaulting me.
I used to love making mixtapes when I was younger. But we could also be talking about scotch tape? Duct tape? Toothpaste? Tape deck… who has tape decks in their cars anymore??? “Hey man, let me play this tape in your car!” “Um, I dont have a tape deck in my car anymore. I have a cd player.” “Whats…a cd??” “I have old friends.”
The Gov. demanded to hear the FBI tape recordings of his phone calls. “I wanna hear them,” the Gov said. “I know what I said. But I want to hear their version of it.” The Gov. was soon indicted on charges of having really bad, goofy looking hair. He would eventually end up on a reality show hosted by a billionaire with really bad, goofy hair. That’s life.
tape is the thing inside video tapes, or VHS.
they remind me of my childhood,
when every lazy afternoon my mum would put on one of my favourite childhood movies,
like harriet the spy or legend of the leprechauns.
as i grew they were viciously taped over,
never to be seen again.
Tape can be used to hold stuff together, cardboard, paper, people… stuff like that… the non-sticky kind can record stuff, like indie band demos.
When I spent a year abroad in Maine, I constantly heard about Duck Tape. I didn’t have a clue what they were talking about, as I am German. I constantly imagined tape with little cute ducks printed on it and laughed a lot. Never would I have expected it to be plain and black.
it is my lifeline to my soul and voice over the universe like a string to your heart it will represent the spirit of our minds
det var en stille morgen n
Tape comes in many different types and uses. Does anyone actually video or audio tape any more or is it all digital now? There is scotch tape, duct tapy, electrical tape, athletic tape. yadayada
tape sticks to everything. it is the opposite of wishy-washy and non-productive and most days it makes me look pathetic in comparison, when you look at it that way. tape know what it wants and it will not be swayed to do anything else until it has been satisfied. tape has a dream and he has realized that dream.
It plays, you can record on it and it’s a wonderful thing to keep your memories and music and sounds on. it keeps your thoughts, your loves, your words and it’s easy and simple to use. you can keep videos on it for years and play them over and over again, it’s just a great object to own.
masking
Tape is great. It’s usually sticky, but how come whenever people wrap birthday presents the tape is always hidden, and perfect, and clean. Whenever i wrap presents the tape sticks to my fingers, and twists and turns, and sticks together, creating a big ol’ mess. Why is this?
i tape my eyes, my mouth, my mind shut and wait for the words and the blood and the view from up above to bleed through the fragile fabric. But the longer I wait the thicker it all gets, the thicker the tape gets.
tapes were a thing i remember when i was a kid. my brother and i would make mixed tapes, recording songs that we heard on the radio. we would record ourselves being silly on tape and listen to it, laughing. tapes getting unspooled. tape the conversation.
I remember my first tape, I copied it with my old hi-fi stereo. They had a different taste than today’s CD, they were more human I think. I remeber my long afternoons upstairs recording my favourite radio program, how good it was.
rolling reel. keep going. getting tangled in the see through stickiness. keep sticking. holding things together when we rip it apart.
double dills dont date dirty memories please pardon the plan and send frequent film to digest
My moustache for the play slowly peeled away from my face. I pushed it back – hoping miraculously the adhesive would re-stick-a-fy and I would be seamless. But alas the stick was gone. I looked around the room.
tape… adhesive… not even the strongest could have kept us together apparently. I can’t believe I invested like that when I didn’t have that commitment back. Hopefully i’ll find someone else who will stick with me.
sticky duck creative nice smelly sticky fun arty usefull cool
I remember this one time me and my aunt put tape on one of my cats paws… it was so funny. He kept walking around and in between each step he would jump in the air and clap his hands together. He was trying to get it off. He looked like he was all happy or something haha. Eventually we took them off, but not after we already had a good laugh.
what are you doing sitting there in the shawdows. you say nothing but still annoy me. you think you are the shit but you clearly are not. fuck you.
I used to have some old tapes that i would listen to all day. Those were the times. That was the cool thing, and a boring thing to do if you wanted a specific part of a song :P
Tape is sticky. It’s like if a glue factory exploded onto a highway. A miniature Highway that is. All the cars are like hair that when you drop it they all stick to it to create a nasty adhesive.
I tape-recorded your last perfomance. You were dancing and singing for me. I taped the box iniside of which I put the video. I sent it to you on a cold afternoon- and that was the last memorie I had of you. Now I have nothing left.
Two days had already gone by with my imprisonment. The tape still covered my mouth. Nobody had yet bothered to take it off. I looked around at my surroundings, trying to yet again find an escape route.