oh, mista, mista.

"now when i was a boy my daddy sat me on his knee and he told me … he told me many things. and he said, 'son, there's a lot of things in this world you're gonna have no use for. and when you get blue and you've lost all your dreams, there's nothin' like a campfire and a can of beans.'" lucky day, tom waits

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"harmless children, we named our soldiers after you.

don't be a coconut, god is trying to talk to you." ask me anything, the strokes

blue + yellow dog.

"every anywhere heights plains peaks or valleys … entrances exits vestibules and alleys … winding roads that test the firm nerve … fortune or fatal behind the blind curve." rising down, the roots

feliz año nuevo.

"wholly, we have come for light. it's true. i am the sun. i am the new year. i am the rain." new year, the breeders

again, again. wheeeee. again, again.

"the finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney. what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect. but their yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags." spare-ohs, andrew bird