—POLIÇA // Wandering Star
Saw these lovelies last night. It was rad. (Although this song is my favorite but live it was my least favorite…hate when that happens.)
Placing Vintage Albums in New York by PopSpotsNYC with the help of Google Maps
(Source: fer1972, via cuttingoutmygracelessheart)
—Happy Mother’s Day
My Brightest Diamond - I Have Never Loved Someone, a La Blogotheque Take Away Show
Written for Shara’s son, Constantine.
From the filmmaker:
After the concert I finally dared to ask her what I wanted to ask her that morning, to sing us this lullaby that struck me down. It’s Sunday morning, a morning of hangovers. The whole hotel seems suspended in the air. We ask her to get to the bar, to make it sing for her, to sing for her son (for whom she had written this song). We erase ourselves. She, she doesn’t. After we’re done filming, I cry. She cries too.WHY IS SHE SO GREAT AUHHH
(via amanzy)
—I pushed it hard,
that goddamn wrecking ball,
and I waited for the weight to swing around but it never did.
And the crows they fell
around my eyes and still
no sign of that ball and chain.I pushed it hard,
that goddamn wrecking ball.
What kind of pendulum never comes back home?
You start to miss it some.
The way you miss the rain,
the way you miss the fighting when the war is won …But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
is knowing just exactly what is wrong.
And what I want, and what I want …I miss the ghost trees,
the weary midnight drives,
the taste of loneliness in the air beyond the towns.
I miss the resonance of those trigger words,
that crazy one track mind.
Sometimes I miss the cold …But what I miss the most is knowing just exactly where it hurts,
is knowing just exactly what is wrong.
And what I want, and what I want …I’m remembering the sunlight coming down in shades of blue,
the sorrow of the aftermath tightening the noose.
I’m thinking of the night that all the lights went out,
and how I learned to see in the dark, in the dark, in the dark …I pushed it hard, that goddamn wrecking ball.
What kind of pendulum never comes back home?
Elliott Smith - Sweet Adeline
(Source: dysphoriadaughter, via chatmaudit)
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