Tag: music

akitania:

catchaspark:

i wrote a new anthology
it’s full of you and only smells of me
i sit in silent, mimicked symmetry
stupid little pine making stupid little signs taking “stupidly mine” way too literally

oh, how to reimburse?
the head, the horse, the hearse, the heart, the hurt
tell me again which one was worse
those greedy superstitious little bastard sons of bitches
or your body, or the mercy of the earth?

i was raised online, so i can never go outside
i’ll find another seed to swallow
i wanna be hollow, hollow
oh, i’ll drink me right, i think i’m running out of time
so let the fallow fellow follow, my head’s heavy but it’s hollow, hollow

:<

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onemountaingoatssongaday:

When the villagers come to my door
I will hide underneath the table in the dining room
Knees drawn to my chest

When the villagers come to my door
I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter

When the villagers come to my door
I’ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor
And my eyes closed

And no one knows how to keep secrets ‘round here
They tell everyone everything soon as they know
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?

Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter

Unreleased

andhumanslovedstories:

andhumanslovedstories:

Me: but back on subject, who do you want The Mountain Goats to team up with, Hozier or Florence and the Machine

Amelia: Pitbull

Me: [RACUOUS FIVE MINUTES WITCH CACKLE LAUGHTER]

Amelia: anyway what were your options again, you said the first part and I immediately stopped listening because I was waiting for my turn to speak

Me: doesn’t even fucking matter

Me: pitbull ft the mountain goats is the only fucking thing that can heal our nation

“IT’S MISTER WORLDWIDE”

“hi”

“AND THE SADDEST MAN I’VE EVER MET. EVERY DAY YOU’RE ABOVE GROUND IS A BLESSING, RIGHT, SAD MAN???”

“Matthew 6:25-27. Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?“

“LIVE FROM MIAMI, THANK YOU, SAD MAN!!!!!!”


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skookumditty:

please hurry, leave me 
I can’t breathe 
please don’t say you love me 
胸がはち切れそうで 

unadulteratedlightheart:

cobscookbay:

howitfeelstohaveahome:

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, as covered by The Mountain Goats

A pretty great blog I follow just reminded me of this jem

Take note of then he sings ‘through the years, we all will be together’, and then turns to the person on the floor next to him and says ‘in the grave, that’s where we’ll all actually be together, in the grave’

I swear to christ

I can’t even handle watching this. It feels like he is staring into my soul and can see all the horrible parts of me.

I don’t know if I am trying not to scream or laugh…

@johndarnielle420


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onemountaingoatssongaday:

When the villagers come to my door
I will hide underneath the table in the dining room
Knees drawn to my chest

When the villagers come to my door
I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter

When the villagers come to my door
I’ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor
And my eyes closed

And no one knows how to keep secrets ‘round here
They tell everyone everything soon as they know
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go?

Waiting for the front door to splinter
Waiting all winter

Unreleased