Papa died smiling
Wide as the ring of a bell
Gone all star white
Small as a wish in a well
And Sodom, South Georgia
Woke like a tree full of bees
Buried in Christmas
Bows and a blanket of weeds Continue reading
Music
Someday the Waves :: Iron & Wine
Waking before you
I’ve got a fever and a childish wish for snow
Seems like a long, long time
Since I spun you to this borrowed radio Continue reading
Each Coming Night :: Iron & Wine
Will you say when I’m gone away
“My lover came to me and we’d lay
In rooms unfamiliar but until now” Continue reading
My Lady’s House (edit) :: Iron & Wine
there is light in my lady’s house
and there’s none but some falling rain
this like a spoken word
she is more than her thousand names Continue reading
Dance Music :: The Mountain Goats
alright I’m on johnson avenue in san luis obispo
and I’m five years old or six maybe.
and indications there’s something wrong with our new house
trip down the wire twice daily
I’m in the living room watching the watergate hearings
while my step father yells at my mother.
launches a glass across the room, straight at her head
and I dash upstairs to take cover.
lean in close to my little record player on the floor.
so this is what the volume knobs for. Continue reading
Broom People :: The Mountain Goats
’36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,
dishes in the kitchen sink,
new straw for the old broom,
friends who dont have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
but down in your arms,
in your arms, I am a wild creature. Continue reading
Holland, 1945 :: Neutral Milk Hotel
The only girl I've ever loved Was born with roses in her eyes But then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty rings around the sun All sing to say my dream has come Continue reading
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea :: Neutral Milk Hotel
What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun What a beautiful dream That could flash on the screen In a blink of an eye and be gone from me Soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it here with me Continue reading
The King of Carrot Flowers, Pt. 1 :: Neutral Milk Hotel
When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet Continue reading
The Floating Library 