#the decemberists

[theghostofcinnamonpast]

my friends - please speak niche adaptations into the world.

i'll start: an E. M. Carroll comic for The Decemberists', The Mariner's Revenge Song.

[mrdalliardsgoodmorning]

wow i feel awful maybe listening to a 7+ min long decemberists song will help

[bendita9-6]

The Mariner

Og: https://www.youtube.com/post/UgkxDQwFTsbaeZOcqEN76-0gmObmP11RYBdn

More fanart of the Decemberists song “The Mariner’s Revenge Song.”

[bunnybugs-sys]

New Hazards of Love live album is... WOW /vpos

[thekeyofreason]

The Tain

The Decemberists

[pomegranate]

I married her, I carried her On the very same day I ferried her 'Cross the channel in the cold, dark water And in the evening how a chill had caught her And she looked so pale In our lateen sails Like a long white veil

[comixbyunis]

Holy fucking shit Eunice, that's legitimately beautiful.

[zyqx]

How I'm doing, expressed as Decemberists songs:

And I am a writer, writer of fictions

I am the heart that you call home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

I am a writer, I am all that you have home

And I've written pages upon pages

Trying to rid you from my bones

My bones

My bones

And if you don't love me, let me go

(And if you don't love me, let me go)

And if you don't love me, let me go

I wanna love somebody but I don't know how

I've been so long lonely and it's getting me down

I wanna throw my body in the river and drown

I wanna love somebody but I don't know how

I wanna love somebody but I don't know how

Each feather it fell from skin

Till threadbare while she grew thin

How were my eyes so blinded?

Each feather it fell from skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

And I will hang my head, hang my head low

So raise a glass to turnings of the season

And watch it as it arcs towards the sun

And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason

And your labors will be borne when all is done

And nobody, nobody knows

Let the yoke fall from our shoulders

Don't carry it all don't carry it all

We are all our hands in holders

Beneath this bold and brilliant sun