indie folk
Upon the first listen to mewithoutYou's "It's All Crazy. It's all False. It's All A Dream. It's Alright." album in a great while; I must confess appreciating it's tone a lot more so than ever before.
Aaron Weiss is so brilliant. They all are, but Aaron's brain and translation of the arts deserves more gratitude than it receives.
Just a couple music videos that have sparked my attention lately. Not neccesarily new videos but still good songs and fun videos.
It never gets old. It's that Father John Misty groove.
OBSESSED with this shit as of late. "Modern Vampire Of The City" is a solid album.
Don't hate unless you watch these videos and still don't get feels. If you still wanna hate do it without me. It makes my insides fuzzy.
"Wisdom's a gift, but you'd trade it for youth. Age is an honor, it's still not the truth."
Sunset Rubdown - Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Ferel Days
You’re the one who ran in the wild ‘cause
You’re the one the wild called
And you’re the one who followed the child
To save the sun from how it falls
You’re the one who had knives
Set aside for the throats of hunters
But they tricked you with a trinket and a name
+ I’m the one who sat at your capture
+ I’m the one who whispered low
That’s the one who followed the child to save the son
And look—it’s starting to snow!
Whoah-oh-oh-ho-oh…
You’re the one who’s riding about on a leopard.
You’re the one who’s throwing the shiv in the air!
You’re the one whose wild hide will weather
And the weathering takes you from leather
Made for princes to lay their princely heads of hair
Upon the end of your feral days
Upon the end of your feral days
Upon the end of your feral days
Oh-oh-oh
You’re the one who ran in the wild a virgin to a name;
You’re the one who lived off a forsaken land.
I’m the one who sat at your capture
And let the snow fall on this whispering rapture
You’re the one who’s kissing your captor’s hands
“Well shit, I know we’re all growing old.
But where there’s a will, there is a way
So way to go.”
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye—bye-bye-bye
‘Cause you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard; (ba-da-dum)
You’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air.
And you’re the one whose wild hide will weather
In the weathering days
To a lover made soft
So princes can lay down their princely white heads! OF HAIR!
Say goodbye…
Say goodbye to your feral days.
Say goodbye—bye-bye-bye.
Your highness is holding your chains.
Drinking a beer, doing some much needed laundry, and listening to Sufjan Stevens with Smoggie Catt at my side.
