Dear Life Records is a record label founded by musician Michael Cormier-O'Leary (Hour, Friendship, 2nd Grade) and co-run with Frank Meadows (Fust, Tomberlin, Bellows) and Jon Samuels (MJ Lenderman, Friendship, 2nd Grade, Yowler).
At first you're like, "this is a haha funny joke song about the `flu game`". Then you listen 50 times and your realize its actually about being sold myths that make you feel like a failure, even when your heroes failed too.
I love this song, and I've been trying to make out all of the words, the music is so beautiful. Can anyone help me? What I've got so far is: Just narrowly escaped my soul When the dust clears I’m all alone I pray to the worms, birds, bats, fireflies Save my brain from the wondering(?) mind(?) We were sandwiched in our plush green cloud Straight line cut from a similar cloth I beg the merciful idioms please I really thought he needed me How my death by boiled heart A corpse I’d avatarred (?) But in a perfect blue sphere world The marionettes do their tongue-tied twirls And he needs me He needs me, he needs me he needs me. He needs me. He needs me. He needs me, he needs me.
wooo damn!! this is fucking anxiety inducing trippy i am the walrus-esque and i am hereeee for it!! i've never heard ya but i'm all about hearing more and looking forward to the new album!!
Nice! I’m trying to figure out Luke’s banjo. Not his playing, though that’s very well done, but the actual banjo: how many strings does it have? Looks to be five…but I see a fifth string tuner partially up the neck as well as five tuners on the peghead that are strung up. Just curious. Thx.
Some would say Jordan was actually held back by his constant drinking, smoking, golfing, gambling, lack of sleep and diet issues. And he was still the greatest.
Hey! lindsay here :) here are the lyrics: All the Chestnut have disappeared And the forest floor is taken By invasive grasses used to pack Porcelain when it was shipped across the Atlantic Reading the park bench dedication Mississippi river running under me I get to thinking There is the ocean and the places it used to be Gardens on the land Castles on the beaches I trust my hand and Pluck my figs and peaches It’s what I want, it’s what I want Low tide, smelly marsh Near the power plant where you live The water gets so warm you said People come here to catch the tropical fish I’m tiptoeing, crawling like a wild strawberry I get to knowing I’ve been waiting for the fruit to fall from the tree Gardens on the land Castles on the beaches I trust my hand and Pluck my figs and peaches It’s what I want, it’s what I want
