I still adore every second of this record.
Stephanie was long on looks
and short on mental health.
Said “Depression is an ocean,
and it’s prone to tides and swells.
Anxiety’s persistent -
it’s an ambitious politician.
It keeps knocking at your door
until you come and let it in.
and short on mental health.
Said “Depression is an ocean,
and it’s prone to tides and swells.
Anxiety’s persistent -
it’s an ambitious politician.
It keeps knocking at your door
until you come and let it in.
“
| — | Jackson by Craig Finn |
I am heaven sent.
Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised.
I am the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold.
Coordinate brain and mouth
then ask me whats it like to have
myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.
This is war.
Every line is about,
who I don’t wanna write about anymore.
Hope you come down with something
they can’t diagnose, don’t have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, its so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard,
‘cause you cant keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn’t wanna get caught.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth:
we are the best at what we do.
And these are the words you wish you wrote down,
this is the way you wish your voice sounds,
handsome and smart.
Oh my tongue’s the only muscle on my body
That works harder than my heart.
Wouldn’t stop if I could,
oh, it hurts to be this good.
You’re holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be honest
With the one that you love.
So let it go.
This is the grace that only we can bestow.
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the bend.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason your alone,
This is the rise and the fall.
We’re concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
But I just wanna believe in us.
“
| — | Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don’t by Brand New |
I’d write you a letter to explain all my actions
but I’d only take it too far again, and you’ll
consign it to that shoebox underneath
the place where you hang your coats
on a pile of train tickets and badges.
Well maybe that’s justice,
on a pile of train tickets and badges
and I’ll be at home with objects that
can pierce your heart
and take you far away.
Paint me with loyal marks,
at least ignore me with feeling.
Good arms, painter.
This time I’m not just
thinking out loud.
“
| — | Gibraltar by Tellison |
By the way that you picked up the phone
I could tell that you weren’t going to die.
February’s about as long
as it is wide.
“
| — | “No Future” by Craig Finn. |
And it’s political
and politics is not necessarily just
guerilla fighters,
prime ministers
and who cheated in the primaries.
It’s also - who am I
in relation to you?
“
| — | Half of Two Times Two by BARR |
Last Christmas I drove home,
Just my sister and me.
Two hundred miles from London
To a small town by the sea.
The silent showers of snowfall
Swept round our rental van,
And we drifted in to morning
As Christmas day began.
Just my sister and me.
Two hundred miles from London
To a small town by the sea.
The silent showers of snowfall
Swept round our rental van,
And we drifted in to morning
As Christmas day began.
“
| — | The Holly and the Ivy by Los Campesinos! (via allloscampslyrics) |
I want you here as naked as a Christmas tree
left up until the second week of February.
It’s like my hand in your hair was just meant to be,
You are my angel now come sit atop of me.
left up until the second week of February.
It’s like my hand in your hair was just meant to be,
You are my angel now come sit atop of me.
“
| — | Light Leaves, Dark Sees by Los Campesinos! (via allloscampslyrics) |
Late night, snow fall
Get us to the hospital,
Jamestown, 94 west…
And a forty hour train back to Penn.
There’s no setback
That can set me back
I think the punches wore me thin
and I’m weakening
If my mind’s a weapon,
my heart’s the extra clip
Endure, I’m still fucking here
“
| — | Jamestown by The Movielife |
