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YouTube video by Charlie Burton - Topic Breathe for Me Presley!

Elvis has a few good years left here in this countdown.
A local Nebraska band, Charlie Burton and the Hiccups, did a so not so reverential tribute to Elvis when he passed. It was a hit in Omaha
“Breathe For Me Presley”
#AT40

youtu.be/Urp-KGo6jw0?...

“Breathe For Me Presley”

Midwest emo is dance music

A lone tree impaled by light in a dying lot. The sky, sick and watching. Nothing waits. Nothing wanted this.

Void Songs amateur hour :::

Void Songs
on.soundcloud.com/YsGCwSsNMTUg...

Concrete silos just south of the busiest stretch of Interstate 80 in Omaha. The top structure is frequently tagged with graffiti. It currently features big black letters with light blue outlines that read F*CK ICE

Good job to this brave Omaha street artist.

Glitch

Moon Songs braden rapp · Album · 2025 · 7 songs

open.spotify.com/album/1qzq1n...

Under the unsettling, cosmic blue glow of a Jeopardy backdrop, a contestant unintentionally embodies Ned Flanders from The Simpsons. Ned’s cartoonish optimism contrasts painfully with the contestant’s uncertain gaze, suggesting an eerie realization: that he, too, may be a fabricated character, his identity reduced to mere mimicry—caught eternally within the scripted trivia of an indifferent universe.

A hollow passage yawns open like a wound left untended, brick walls slick with decay, glistening beneath a dim light reminiscent of pale, failing flesh. Forgotten furniture and broken boards lean limply, bones cast aside by a careless hand, while the deepening shadows at the hallway’s throat pulse slowly, waiting to swallow whole every futile attempt at existence.

French kissing is when you put your tongues in each other's mouths, but Nebraskan kissing is when you're both eating off the same corn cob

its midwest emo thursday btw lets give it up for midwest emo thursday!!

You wouldn't renovate Omaha

Omaha really is a perfect song.

Crazyyyyyy one from the lost indie/emo/punk photos found in Omaha!!

Cap’n Jazz! 1996!

The roads are not good, Omaha. Stay home if you can.

A delicate ruin, staving off the inevitable. The sign warns of fragility, as if reverence could stall decay.

The model betrays the collapse with letters scattered, their meaning fractured, a name dissolving into nonsense. This is not a building but an echo, a hollow trace of something that once declared itself. Now, it mutters only of erasure. The void does not hurry, but it never falters.

the lady in the radiator from the movie eraserhead. she’s wearing weird prosthetic makeup that makes her cheeks very very puffy

in heaven
everything is fine
in heaven
the prices are so low

Happy 311 day to all who celebrate, may the color of your energy always be amber

YouTube video by Contentlessness International (2025) Gloomy Day Drive: Contemplative POV City Driving in Rain-soaked Omaha, Nebraska

Gloomy Day Drive: Contemplative POV City Driving in Rain-soaked Omaha, Nebraska

I guess that this must be the place

oh it's midday, time to yell into the void till my throat bleeds

Ok, I don't care if it's the void, the abyss or the ether but I'm going to scream into something.

A mother holds her child, shielding them from a world that will one day swallow them whole. Bright colors, empty gestures. Above, the sky does not care. It never did.

Boy Noises braden rapp · Album · 2025 · 12 songs

Is this it?
open.spotify.com/album/1nu2QZ...

The promise of hope lingers, sun-bleached and crumbling, its meaning eroded by time. Whatever spoke these words has long since vanished, leaving only the husk of reassurance. The sky watches, vast and uncaring, as something older than time whispers beneath the shingles. Was hope ever meant for you?

A relic of pointless creation, discarded on indifferent asphalt. The universe never asked for beauty, nor for the hands that sought to shape it. In the end, all art is as forgotten as the lives that made it—mere echoes in a void that never cared.

A forgotten outlet gasps for relevance beneath the weight of time, its open mouth silently pleading for a purpose long since abandoned. Stone pillars, carved with care by hands now dust, loom in indifference. The golden decay of autumn mocks the illusion of permanence.

YouTube video by Tim Theriault 311 on David Letterman - Down (September 13, 1996)

As a child of the '90s, I'd be remiss if I didn't include this plucky band from Omaha www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiz6...

Here’s one of the VOID.