joshua lee

• 2012-02-01

  

  My trusty old ass thermos, handed down to me from my parents years ago. Keeps my coffee piping hot and my water chilly cool… and of course I even use it for soup #vintage (Taken with instagram)

• 2012-01-27

  

  Awe, what up 17 year old Joshua… sketching out his future album cover haha (Taken with instagram)

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  Check out dis mufucka… he looks like he’s headin’ to a dive bar to drink PBR tall boys. No, I kinda live in the country, I legit have to go chop wood. This is how we does on the regular #realtalk (Taken with Instagram at Indian Hills Lake)

• 2012-01-26

  …quickly becoming a top ten favorite tune

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  denmark no.1 

  if I was drunk in denmark
  would you take me in
  and wash my face clean of the gin
  the streets are grey and cold
  well, so I’m told
  and I just have to know
  could you lose me in the city
  would you find me in the dark
  and kiss my mouth in the constant headlights of cars
  sail out to them stars in the baltic sea
  then teach me les lanciers on the beach
  the sun sets on you, dear
  before me
  those flesh and bones sleep alone
  but dream sweet
  if I was high in herning
  would you be there, darling
  you’ve long been the queen of my daydream
  the district and the downtown
  elia in the compound
  maybe I’m just naive
  we can stay up all night
  you know, these days here, they lack sunlight
  to throw our backs out on the snow
  and when I hang my head, like a telephone
  by your neck, it rests on your collarbone
  the sun sets on you, dear
  before me
  those flesh and bones sleep alone
  but dream sweet
  could you lose me in the city
  would you find me in the dark
  and kiss my mouth in the constant headlights of cars
  sail out to them stars in the baltic sea
  then teach me les lanciers on the beach
  if I was drunk in denmark
  would you take me in
  and wash my face clean of the gin
  the streets are grey and cold
  well, so I’m told
  and I just had to know

  jll ‘12

• 2012-01-24

  

  …this is about the extent of my traveling (Taken with Instagram at Indian Hills Lake)

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  are sloppy joes a good idea for a midnight snack, or should I save them for breakfast…

• 2012-01-20

  [Flash 10 is required to watch video]

  I like to have fun….

• 2012-01-12

  Every year I like to remind myself- if you wear cowboy boots out in the snow, you’re gonna bust your ass…

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  …awe shit, gotta go outside (Taken with Instagram at Indian Hills Lake)

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  So I have just found out that Hotel Chelsea has been temporarily closed… I’ve never been to New York, not even close.  But it’s one place on earth my heart throbs for, and Hotel Chelsea being one of the very reasons why- and for obvious reasons.  Whatever the outcome, whether it be mere renovations or not, the spirit of the hotel and it’s legacy has died.  And I am so deeply sadden I’ve never gotten to visit.  This bums me out a great deal.
  
  This is one of my favorite pieces of art and stories that came from Hotel Chelsea, Leonard Cohen’s Hotel Chelsea No. 2 

• 2012-01-11

  

  I very much enjoy finding old songs I wrote years back, then tryin’ to remember how to play them… (Taken with Instagram at Indian Hills Lake)

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  write drunk; edit sober #ernesthemingway (Taken with Instagram at Indian Hills Lake)

• 2012-01-10

  

  I’ll never be, your egg Mcmuffin, I’ve walked for miles, chicken Mcnuggets, all I want is for you to quarter pounder me… #rollingstones (Taken with instagram)

• 2012-01-09

  wildflower

  you are my wildflower
  breezy and free
  that mountain, I’ll have to climb
  if it’s you I need
  she’s my little barfly
  with heavy eyes she sees
  and I feel just like a boy
  still buttoned to your sleeve
  while I sing
  where, where, where
  where ya been
  you are my tiny shell
  washed up from the sea
  lay your smile on my shoulder
  leave your socks on my feet
  she’s my sweetest song
  she kissed away my ghost
  and I spell your name in smoke
  as it soaks in your clothes
  while I sing
  where, where, where
  where ya been
  where, where, where,
  where’d you go
  right out that door
  from my bed, where you stole my pillow
  with the blanket, to keep us warm
  and these things of you, I’d never know
  like the tickle of your nose
  like the freckle on your toe
  oh, where’d you go
  you are my wildflower
  breezy and free
  put your tiny fingers, pretty in their rings
  in between mine
  as I sing

  jll ‘11