Posts tagged music
They have a fight. Triangle wins.
An album to play alone in your bedroom when the phone doesn’t ring after your virginity is gone.
Tom Kalin, about Joni Mitchell’s 1972 For the Roses
Prayer to God Shellac
To the one true God above, here is my prayer
Not the first you’ve heard, but the first I wrote
Not the first, but the others were a long time ago
There are two people here and I want you to kill them
Her, she can go quietly by disease or a blow
To the base of her neck where her necklaces close,
Where her garments come together, where I used to lay my face,
That’s where you ought to kill her, in that particular place.
Him, just fucking kill him. I don’t care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to. Fucking kill him, but first
Make him cry like a woman, no particular woman.
Let him hold out, hold back, someone or other might come.
Then fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Kill him already, kill him.
Just fucking kill him, fucking kill him,
Fucking kill him already, kill him.
Oh, fucking kill him! Fucking kill him!
Kill him already, kill him!
Kill him already, kill him already!
Kill him, fucking kill him!
Just fucking kill him!
Fucking kill him!
Kill him already, kill him!
Fucking kill him! Kill him!
Fucking kill him already, kill him!
Kill him. Fucking kill him.
Kill him, just fucking kill him.
Kill him already, kill him already,
Kill him.
Amen.
The Autopsy Garland, The Mountain Goats
One clear shot or else he gets away
Red sun high in the sky tonight
Look west from London down toward Hollywood
Remember the first days of California
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
Fat rich men love their twelve-years-olds
Deco cuff links and cognac by the glass
Look west from London toward the Emerald City
Remember Minnesota
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
Or their gloves
Sweet spearmint and bitter tangerine
Bedside decked with roses
Look west, looks west, look west and look away
From old familiar faces
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
You don’t wanna see these guys without their masks on
I have this song on repeat tonight.
Arizona by Pedro the Lion
Arizona curled up with California
Then she tried to hide the whole thing from New Mexico
Who knew before he saw them making out in Yuma
That she had been loving someone new
But California, not California…how could you?
The bully loved her cactus
The underdog her pine
But she would only love one at a time
New Mexico has always hated California
And though he knew that Arizona wore the pants
He got loaded then he started throwing punches
The poor Injun never had a chance
Scissors cut paper
Paper covers rock
Rock crushes scissors
Scissors fall apart
Elegance, like a dream. (Watch it, it’s beautiful!)
Joan and Bobby, by Walk Off the Earth ft. Sarah Blackwood
Since we’re all in a Walk Off the Earth mood.
Ladies and gentlemen of Tumblr, I present to you: your childhood.
…I don’t have a set genre that I try and keep within. I grew up with LimeWire. I’d download a drum’n’bass song and play it after a Beatles song, and the only opinion I had was if it was a good piece of music. I would get bored writing one kind of music, because sometimes that style of presenting an idea as a song wouldn’t suit another idea. I see a piece of music like I would a painting, and they’re all individual. The fact that you’re discouraged to do lots of different things really pisses me off.
(Source: Guardian)
Oh, I love this. Also, the entire album. And her last album. And her face.
Coeur de Pirate- Adieu
Music is crucial. Beyond no way can I overstress this fact. Let’s say you’re southbound on the interstate, cruising along in the middle lane, listening to AM radio. Up alongside comes a tractor trailer of logs or concrete pipe, a tie-down strap breaks, and the load dumps on your little sheetmetal ride. Crushed under a world of concrete, you’re sandwiched like so much meat salad between layers of steel and glass. In that last, fast flutter of your eyelids, you looking down that long tunnel toward the bright God Light and your dead grandma walking up to hug you—do you want to be hearing another radio commercial for a mega clearance, close-out, blow-out liquidation car-stereo sale?
Start Wearing Purple, Gogol Bordello
Spirit Day!
(Source: grabes, via the-womanifesto)
Gotye- Somebody That I Used To Know (feat. Kimbra)
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
Somebody…
Can’t…stop…listening!
Emiliana Torrini, Today Has Been Okay
Friends tell me it’s spring
My window show the same
Without you here the seasons pass me by
I know you were not new
That loved like me and you
All the same I miss you
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
The preacher lost his son
He’s known by all in town
He found him with another son of God
Feeding on the prayer
Nevermind what God said
But love had lost its cause
And I thought today had been okay
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
Wind has burned your skin
The lovely air so thin
The salty water’s underneath your feet
No one’s gone in vain
Here is where you’ll stay
‘Cause life has been insane but
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
Today has been okay
A memory.
Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros, Carries On
I listened to this song for the first time while standing on top of the Haleakala volcano in Maui this summer. My sister and I were sharing ear buds, and my whole family was there. It was about 5:30 in the morning and we were standing on the summit watching the sun rise above the clouds, shivering and dancing around to stay warm. It was very visceral and special and an experience that I will always associate with this song, and one I hope to never forget.
I just wanted to record it somewhere so I’ll have access to it in the future.
It could very well be snow or water, but it’s an ocean of clouds.
