posting a new stupid cute song for sake of a 4th of July mention

sometimes matt does stuff that’s so good you spend the afternoon consuming water from an emptied half-gallon of diet snapple wondered at the stories contained inside each cell of existence

our heads in the summer, when there’s nothing to do
keeps on raining, we get sober soon
are we grown up; are we so damn scared?
spend our whole lives trying to get back there

drive downtown while the air’s still thick
point out the nice house where everyone could live
with the days and the words, they carelessly spent
like sophomore fortunes on cheap cigarettes

Mimicking Birds - Acting Your Age

Somehow each one makes their way back to it
and every year the reservoir fills up with fluid


You entered the bedroom and fell to your knees.
I wait the rest of my life to hear you say, I made a mistake.

Inside my chest, a mangle.
Inside yours, a deflating balloon.

You took the vacuum cleaner, the ironing board, the dish rack
and left me some lint, an iron to scorch shirts, one chipped plate.

I would like to say at least we perfected
entrances and exits, like professional stage actors

honing their craft, but even that’s a fantasy.
Mostly on TV the lions ate the hyenas

but sometimes the hyenas
formed a posse, and tore a lion up.

Occasionally you came in out of the rain
and I was glad to have you.

– Courtney Queeney, “Our Many Never Endings”



Keaton Henson // Healah Dancing

I was like “oh cool, new keaton henson. I guess it would be interesting to hear some new acoustic guitar cute love-y sap songs.”

then my expectations were completely exceeded and I was floating blissfully sad in the ambient baroque bedroom that is Romantic Works

easily in top 5 albums of the year

continually amazed by this record & keaton in general just wow

"So you look for patterns because that’s what humans do to try and make sense of things. In hope of some divine order. And you look in movies and songs and the things that you read for symbols, points and swirls that match your own. But the only real pattern there is, is the one you make when you hold up a mirror. And reflect."
– Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

Stork - Alive

Talk of what’s past like its written down
a spine you can only break twice
you’d better be dancing when you walk away
I might just be doing the same