You don’t even know, okay.
You don’t even know, okay.
“Burn Girl Prom Queen”
Mogwai - Burn Girl Prom Queen
“Tribe of the Horned Heart”
The Mountain Goats
The Mountain Goats - Tribe of the Horned Heart - 03.24.12
You knew that they were out there by the signs they left behind
On old abandoned buildings, just some X’s and some lines
Half circles in the concrete, crescents in the snow
You could find the little beacons almost everywhere you’d go
Only people who were sick enough
Knew how to read them right
I got sick when I was seventeen
And I’d hunt down signs all night
You’d listen for the voices in the generator’s hum
Hang out behind the power plant and wait for them to come
Hints about their mission in the rustling of the surf
But no secrets can be kept from you if your faith is strong enough
Only people who’ve been sick too long
Can hold on to the hope
That some friendly ghost is listening to the prayers they learned to say
At the slack end of the rope
I don’t generally reblog my own stuff ’n’ stuff but I consider this one of my better lyrics and I don’t think it’s widely known because I only played it like twice, so I’m doin the thing I don’t generally do
Erin Faught, “The Money”
Back in 2001 I got one of those newfangled “blogs” and started a very public, very candid journal. Social networking hadn’t been invented yet, but webrings (remember those?) hadn’t gone completely out of fashion, and thanks to all my adolescent oversharing, I met a lot of really excellent people. I’m still in touch with a lot of them, and a few are among my very dearest friends.
I was never close with Ashley, although I think we exchanged emails once or twice. She was linked to by someone who’d linked to someone I linked to—the Web was like that back then—and had a real way with 7pt Verdana. (The Web was also like that back then.) And Ashley linked to a college friend of hers, a musician, whose site had MP3s to download and whose CDs (burned ones, in hand-taped photocopied sleeves) were the first thing I bought online with my own credit card. I still have them.
This song has been kicking around my life since I was 18 years old. I’ve put it on more than one mixtape. And it’s been in my head lately, for no reason I can pin down, so I put it on the iPhone that would have looked like fucking sorcery to me the first time I heard it, and I’ve been listening to it a lot this past week or two, and it’s been exactly what I’ve needed.
Lost In Space
so baby kiss me like a drug like a respirator
Finding beloved favorite old songs on recently unearthed mix CDs: another perfect Sunday activity.
“Friend Is a Four Letter Word”
Fashion Nugget is so absolutely one of my five desert-island albums that I don’t even remember what the other four are when I’m listening to it.
The Mountain Goats covering “Furniture Store” by Furniture Huschle in Columbia, SC on 27 June 2013.
I am basically addicted to this video right now.
Frank Turner, “Peggy Sang the Blues”
It doesn’t matter where you come from
It matters where you go
No one gets remembered
For the things they didn’t do