#jesus etc.

[putterlights]

Stained like the memories stuffed under the car seat behind me

[orpheusdrinkinga40inadeathbasket]

[riotnsurf]

I'll be around, you were right about the stars

Each one is a setting sun...

[give-pete-a-chance]

“Jesus, etc.” by Wilco

Jesus, don't cry, you can rely on me, honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around, you were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake Voices escape singing sad, sad songs Tuned to chords, strung down your cheeks Bitter melodies turning your orbit around 

[faint-rhodonite]

You were right about the stars, each one is a setting sun

Wilco

[putterlights]

HARPER (A beat, then): In your experience of the world. How do people change? MORMON MOTHER: Well it has something to do with God so it’s not very nice.      God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to belly and then plunges a huge filthy hand in, he grabs hold of your bloody tubes and they slip to evade his grasp but he squeezes hard, he insists, he pulls and pulls till all your innards are yanked out and the pain! We can’t even talk about that. And then he stuffs them back, dirty, tangled and torn. It’s up to you to do the stitching. HARPER: And then get up. And walk around. MORMON MOTHER: Just mangled guts pretending. HARPER: That’s how people change.

- Tony Kushner's Angels In America: Perestroika (1993)

[sonic-wildfire]