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Give Me Your Face (1982)

oh, i want to buy you flowers, a face bouquet

Listen/purchase: Our Monster EP by Lawnmower Songs

hey so i don’t really post on here anymore but i made a thing and i’m proud of it so if that sounds interesting to you you can listen to it and/or download it here

#bandcamp #indie rock #music

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Tracklist: 1. Will It Rain in Soho? No! No! No! No! 2. Andy’s Back in Town 3. Let’s Go and Meet the Grey King 4. Goths Live Everywhere! 5. You Can Still Have Fun When You’re a Goth 6. Let’s Learn Car Safety, with the Goths! 7. Goths Can Dress Themselves 8. Goths Go to the Beach 9. Then and Now, Goths Are Great! 10. Goths Use a Computer! Wow! 11. Let’s Meet a Goth from Portugal 12. So Long Goths! See You Soon!

#the mountain goats'

Inland Empire wasn't enjoyable to watch necessarily but i do want to see it again because i think i did Like It, or at least i like to THINK about it. i need to find a better way to see it than the awful quality stream i watched tho

#david lynch #inland empire

out of all the capital I Early-2000s-Indie bands with sensitive singerboys who sing about literature the weakerthans have definitely become my favorite

#this post is very affectionate also in case that wasn't clear #sensitive singerboys make up a LOT of my listening

found a video of all the virtute the cat songs in order with the lyrics and so i am naturally fighting back tears over this damn cat

#the weakerthans #john k. samson

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#condense this thought?#never!

i read the liner notes to “new moon” and cried a little bit abt elliott and it’s just like that sometimes i guess

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#this is me af

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Christine Fellows - Vertebrae

I find this song so gripping for reasons I don’t know if I really want to put my finger on lest I squash them. Instead I’ll just post the lyrics in full for you, and ask you to stay until the last chorus for one of the sweetest crescendos of arrangement I’ve ever experienced.

A photo essay of a family in mourning, perforated ever so slightly to better letthe light seep through. Sunday traffic clears a path. We float inches above the road. Close our eyes and drive so slow, like we never need to get home to clear the doorstep of flowers, throw open the blinds in his empty room, avert our eyes from his fingerprints. Is there something I’m forgetting? Fall to my knees in the hospital parking lot on the way in, arms full of branches. I am deadfall. Deadfall. Last time I came here to visit him I ran sunburned through the halls, my arms full of tiger lilies. I don’t remember this. I was told to go home, clear the doorstep of flowers, throw open the blinds in his empty room, avert my eyes from his fingerprints. Is there something I’m forgetting? (Why, when you know you should go, is it so hard to leave?) Came this far to say goodbye, to set things right. Instead, I fiddle with his blankets, fetching coffee no one will drink. I am not prepared. Through the hust of debts and the roar of engines we’ll struggle to recall: this is how it ended. This is how it ends. Home. Turn the key in the door and puase for what seems like an awfully long time. There’s something I’m both remembering and forgetting. A name on the tip of my tongue.

#usually i don't post these if they have commentary out of an aesthetic pickyness that exists nowhere else within me #but #this song is SO worth it

wow christine fellows is... rad as fuck

#why was i not informed of this?#christine fellows

i think the height of film criticism is the three-star amazon review of mulholland drive i found that just reads “kinda weird”

#david lynch #mulholland drive

just turned on my heel and walked directly into the choir room door in front of a bunch of people, then proceeded to laugh hysterically, announce that it was the funniest thing i’d ever done, then tell everyone “okay bye now for actually!” (?) and emerge into the music building hallway transformed from a man to a clown

#set spatial awareness to no

american cryptid: seventeen terrifying demons accosted me in my woodland shed and i kilt 'em all with my scattergun

european cryptid: legends say a terrifying beast lives in the loch... an ancient and spiritual faerie, don't go out in the woods at night or lest ye be scurried away by the mushrooms

japanese cryptid: one time i saw a really fat snake

"minute market" is maybe my favorite phrase in the english language phonetically speaking

#love me some clipped consonants + alliteration

...his cousin frank williams, known for his hit songs "i'm so lonely i could weep" and "wanderin' guy"...

#hank williams

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