Artist: Blind Pilot
Blind Pilot | Oviedo
Now maybe some things are better left unsaid
But if you wanted to test that out, well, yeah, I guess, I could’ve said
But there were nights in bars that I recall
Your breath was courage laced with alcohol
You leaned in, you said,
"Make music with the chatter in here
And whisper all the notes in my ears”
I didn’t know, I didn’t know the weight of my tongue
I didn’t know, I didn’t know what I’d done
last night some dude i haven’t thought about in literal fucking years sorta crossed my mind and then today there he was sitting a few rows in front of me during my exam? how crazy is that! and uninteresting! but still crazy!
i kinda despise end of year lists buuut here is a list of songs that were sort of stupidly important to me / what i would think of as the movie soundtrack to my life 2013 edition / songs i’ll listen to in 20 years if i wanna remember what it was like to sort of lose my mind then sort of get it together then sort of lose it again but for completely different reasons:
- "theme from cheers" - titus andronicus
- "daredevil" - fiona apple
- "17" - youth lagoon
- "up the wolves" - the mountain goats
- "we can’t be beat" - the walkmen
- "upward over the mountain" - iron & wine
- "calling cards" - neko case
- "this is the last time" - the national
- "oviedo" - blind pilot
- "not quite happiness" - good old war
Title: Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two
Artist: Neutral Milk Hotel
Album: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
Neutral Milk Hotel — “Two-Headed Boy Pt. Two”
and in my dreams, you’re alive and you’re crying
as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet
rings of flowers ‘round your eyes and
I’ll love you for the rest of your life
when you’re ready
i think about the “if we don’t want to drive ourselves crazy, we can only deal with what’s directly in front of us” line from fma approx 2,000,000 times a day
You stand in a dark room and grow a tree in your chest.
The color pink is your national anthem.
You have fled the burning city, but your pocket smolders.
He bats his eyelids and dust flies.
You are a well trying to quench its own thirst,
a tiger licking its bloody paw.
No eyes are on you, you are all eyes.
He is space age technology.
You are a fist filled with fingers. He is a ghost without a sheet.
You are a buzzing saw in the forest.
The only thing you have ever wanted is more.