liberation kept me from my faith, my dear lord. the wings you gave me kept me from walkin’ through doors, my lord. why do my prayers go unanswered? oh, my dear lord? momma didn’t deserve what you gave her, my lord.
now let’s pretend we’re not sinful, tempted ones. if only God gave us a little more time, then we’d find out he wasn’t there at all.
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. I know that this is what you want. A funeral keeps both of us apart. You know that you are not alone. Need you like water in my lungs. This is the end.
I’ve never seen a scene like this. It’s not like the parties we have. I like it too much. Screw just because you want to. Screw because it’s fun. Screw because they don’t want you to. No useless leniency. Capture the crests. Capture the violence. Make it accessible. Make it sing our song. I wear pink because all the girls do. How about you? Transitions are smooth with a hand up my skirt. Sex sells more records than rock, so let’s fuck and forget the background hum.
Little bird i invite you, build your nest Little bird, i’ve got branches above my head Sway with me aimlessly, walk over mountains high Find winter nights with me, hang in your hammock high over me and over flight and all fright to me Pick up your hands and become reindeers or maybe a storm Be pleasant be glassy be born Go ahead be the bird in my horns
Come with me
Fun fact: This is the song The Antlers take their name from.
But above that, this is probably my second favorite Microphones song.
Cursive - Excerpts From Various Notes Strewn Around The Bedroom Of April Connolly, Feb. 24 1997
Excerpts from various notes strewn around the bedroom of April Connolly:
"Why I should leave … no - why I’m leaving you for him. Well, let’s see here … well, let’s see: where should I begin? Every night you get annihilated with all your friends,and every night I drink alone until you stumble home wanting some - like some fuck and run. I know you sleep around, I see it in the eyes of those girls. Those fucking girls … they smile and nod, but never offer a single word - I’m just in the way - I’m the ball and chain, you’re the jailbird chirping, ‘How hard life is in the cage!’ How hard it is waking up next to me. Well, you’ve dug this hole, come on and fill me up. When you said you loved me, I knew I was getting fucked. You said you’d never let go - all that stopped … you used to turn me on, now we’re just getting off. That’s why I am leaving you."
And the drunken, erratic response from April’s ex-boyfriend Trevor Post upon finding said various notes:
"You really, really think this guy is going to make it all right? You told me you could never be in love with another man, ‘Oh but this one is it!’ But I remember when we met, we knew that this was the end. Yeah I remember - I remember everything - The haircuts, the dollar movies. We used to sneak a six pack in your bag, and wait for a girl to scream or a car to crash so we could crack open our cans. Or the the time you shaved my head in the front yard; a passerby stopped to take a picture - we ended up in the paper. And now you want to leave? Well, maybe I forgot a couple things, it doesn’t mean I don’t remember how it feels when you’re laying naked next to me. Valentine, I want to feel your hips pressed up against mine. We’ll push into each other - love’s alive. It might be fleeting, but it’s ours and it’s tonight … so won’t you reconsider love-lost lives? You might be lonely, but I’m still by your side. You might have to leave, but not tonight."
“I would request that my body, in death, be buried, not cremated, so that the energy content contained within it gets returned to the earth, so that flora and fauna can dine upon it, just as I have dined upon flora and fauna throughout my life.”—Neil deGrasse Tyson’s response to a question on what he would do if he were about to die with nothing to console himself but his knowledge of science (implying that he’s incomplete without the source of origin:god)
In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.
And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God…
Right Away, Great Captain! - I’m Not Ready To Forgive You
The minute the ship docked i saw your face, in the window you stood like a girl i’ve always known, always want to and i fell back in love with you again, didn’t wanted to and i forgot the things i thought that i would say, didn’t have to
and to your left and right there stood my son, and my daughter but smiling back behind you stood the sum, for departure so here i stand a man without a plan, or a virtue i can either spend my life out here at sea, or be a murderer
I’m not ready to forgive you I’m not ready to forget you