i’m spending the remainder of my evening with mr. malkmus. drinkin’ 40s, bakin’ caaaaaaakes.
zombie duvet? i say: yes.
You see by the lines on my hands
I’ve been carrying a heavy load
You follow them across my palms
Where they run like roads
(via artpixie)
Einhundert nazi scalps!
one morning, one morning
as work i begun
what did i see
riding out of the sun
on the road from lexington
one rider, one rider
beatin’ in the breeze
low in his saddle
down to his knees
comin’ through my willow trees
now closer
the terrible work of a gun
was stiffened and black
where his blood all had run
but i knew my wayward son
one morning, one moring
the boy of my breast
came to my door, unable to rest
even in the arms of death
and, again.
the levels on which i relate to this show….. probably are the reasons why it is my most favorite thing i have ever seen on television.
You’ll be given love
You’ll be taken care of
You’ll be given love
You have to trust it
Maybe not from the sources
You have poured yours
Maybe not from the directions
You are staring at
Twist your head around
It’s all around you
All is full of love
All around you
You just ain’t receiving
Your phone is off the hook
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love
Awwww, Mazzy. Jack’s favorite band.
