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Demons by The National

When I think of you in the city, the sight of you among the sites.
I get this sudden sinking feeling of a man about to fly.
Never kept me up before, now I’ve been awake for days.
I can’t fight it anymore, I’m going through an awkward phase.

I am secretly in love with everyone that I grew up with.
Do my crying underwater, I can’t get down any farther.
All my drowning friends can see, now there is no running from it.
It’s become the crux of me, I wish that I could rise above it.

But I stay down with my demons.
I stay down with my demons.

Passing buzzards in the sky, alligators in the sewers.
I don’t even wonder why, hide among the under views.
Huddle with them all night long, the worried talk til god goes on.
I sincerely tried to love her, wish that I could rise above her.

But I stay down with my demons.
I stay down with my demons.
I stay down with my demons.
I stay down with my demons.
I stay down with my demons.

Cannot stay here, I can’t sleep on the floor.
Drink the blood and hang the palms on the door.
Do not think I’m going places anymore,
Wanna see the sun come above New York.

Oh, everyday I start so great, then the sunlight dips.
Less I’ve learned, the more I see the pythons and the limbs.
Do not know what’s wrong with me, sours in the cup.
When I walk into a room, I do not light it up.
Fuck.

voiceofwind:

“Monomania” by Deerhunter
from Monomania (2013)

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The Terror by The Flaming Lips

However love can help you, we are all standing alone
The terror’s in our heads, we don’t control the controls

I turn to face the sun, we are still standing alone
At last we’ll sing of the terror, it helps us hold the controls

We’ll sing in the sunshine, we’ll laugh every day
We’ll sing ‘cause love will save us, the sun shine every day
We’ll sing in the sunshine, we’ll laugh every day
We’ll sing ‘cause love will save us, the sun shine every day

Be Free, A Way by The Flaming Lips

Did god make pain so we can know the high that nothing is? 
The sun shines down but we’re still cold.
It’s light is not a light that shines. 
The way, a way, but how can we be free when all our days are empty?

Is love a god that we control to try to trust the pain?
The sun shines down but we can’t see.
It’s light lights everything the same.
Be free, a way, but how can we find arms to hold the days.
Be free, a way, but how can we find arms to hold the days.

affair:

Mount Eerie - You Swan, Go On

As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting, it did after I met you
The way you reached inside my chest and pulled out things and sent them off in breaths blew
And as good as it got with all the layers peeling off, and though I writhed
I could not upset you
With your hand down my throat you held on to my heart and pumped blood through

Blessed Arms That Hold You Tight, Freezing Cold and Alone - Carissa’s Wierd

I slept all through the day.
all through the night,
all through this year,
all through this life.
Now cold arms pull the covers tight,
and bad, boring dreams all come true.
And it’s all long goodbyes;
death will come slowly now.

beautifulxprincess:

Shit Luck - Modest Mouse

This plane is definitely crashing.
This boat is obviously sinking.
This building’s totally burning down,
and my heart is slowly drying up. 

trevorikrath:

New Joanna Newsom video??? Yes please. Check out everyone’s favorite fairy queen covering Sandy Denny’s “The North Star Grassman and the Ravens” for Wren’s Fall/Winter ‘13 line. Directed by Maximilla Lukacs. Would it be too much to hope for a new LP from Newsom later this year?

tramampoline:

goodbyemisery:

The Antlers - Epilogue

seriously though this song, man, I think it’s secretly the best song on Hospice

You get through “Wake” and Peter’s just telling you “don’t ever let anyone tell you you deserve that” and it’s the most positive point on that whole emotional trip of an album, and it feels like you’re going to end on a high note

and then you enter the first verse of this song and it’s abject fucking terror; I love the motif of dreams on this album and “Shiva” is good too but, to me, this is the most viscerally affecting nightmare I’ve ever heard.

In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you. You’re asleep, I’m screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up. And like before, you’ve got no interest in the life you live when you’re awake. Your dreams still follow storylines, like fictions you would make.

So I lie down against your back, until we’re both back in the hospital. But now it’s not a cancer ward, we’re sleeping in the morgue. Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you, with heavy shovels holding earth. You’re being buried to your neck. In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now. I’m trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together.

You’re screaming, and cursing, and angry, and hurting me, and then smiling, and crying, apologizing.

“Wake” wants you to know that, hard as it may be, you can face your old friends, you can begin the healing process. But “Epilogue” reminds you that some scars don’t heal.

I’ve woken up, I’m in our bed, but there’s no breathing body there beside me. Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep. But I know better as my eyes adjust. You’ve been gone for quite awhile now, and I don’t work there in the hospital (they had to let me go.)

When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift. I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift.) But you return to me at night, just when I think I may have fallen asleep. Your face is up against mine, and I’m too terrified to speak.

You’re screaming, and cursing, and angry, and hurting me, and then smiling, and crying, apologizing.

the part of this song where he’s just repeating that last line in a more and more strained and emotional voice is fucking destructive

interludelife:

Mr. Ambulance Driver - The Flaming Lips

Mr. Ambulance Driver, I’m right here beside her
And though I’ll live somehow I’ve found
Mr. Ambulance Driver, I’m not a real survivor
‘Cause I’m wishing that I was the one that
Wasn’t gonna be here anymore
Wasn’t gonna be here anymore
Wasn’t gonna be here anymore