One from East St. Louis with a scar beneath his eye Left the kitchen spotless on the day he said goodbye Breakaway republic dude, supremely filthy mouth Copiah, Mississippi; points much further south It's never light outside yet when they climb into the van Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can Leave home feeling empty, change planes in Taipei Stay awake the whole time, end up several worlds away The house was almost full that day, they made a space for you This world is sad and broken, gotta fix a crack or two Rest until you're rested, climb back onto the caravan Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can And then just when you think you've learned how to forget You learn it's just the ones who haven't risen to the surface yet Absence after absence, keep the place secure This will be the last time that I do this, I'm pretty sure No one lasts for long in this profession, so they say Maybe see you again someday Every endpoint fixed forever on the day its arc began Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can Forget the ones you can
This song. This song. This song. I'm sorry, this song? This song right here? I have never loved anything more than this song. I want to write cathedrals of essays on this song. I want to never stop listening to this song. I want these sounds to be tattooed into my flesh so I never have to live without this song. I want to learn every instrument just so I can play this song with it. I want to learn every language just so i can sing this song in every language. When I die I want my ashes inbedded into a vinyl of just this song. There is nothing more desired in my body that become one with this song.
Wow, amazing song. This is one of those songs midway through you notice its something special. Reminds me of some peak Bob Dyaln lyricism. "Feel a storm every night hope it passes by"
Tattoo of the seventh shield Still wet on my skin You're all crumpled up on the curb there I think I'm gonna take you in Always had to follow my instincts Usually, I'm out on my own You're there by the road wet and helpless What happens if I take you home? You may forget the whys and wheres Of an old tattoo on your forearm there But usually, you recall the day you got one And usually, it fades in the sun Headed for a season in exile As the oracle predicted According to reliable sources In thirty days I'm getting evicted Trying not to scratch where it itches It takes a certain level of discipline Not even half a second by the light switch Let the future flood right in You may forget the whys and wheres Of an old tattoo on your forearm there But usually, you recall the day you got one And usually, it fades in the sun Usually, the lines grow faint Like old house paint Just a way to mark the years gone by You lay on the couch Three weeks Until the color came back into your cheeks I'd seen ones like you before Plenty came through before Legend on the shield in Greek "What's that say?" you said I gave you an answer that I thought you'd buy All of this will disappear in the twinkling of an eye You may forget the whys and wheres Of an old tattoo on your forearm there But usually, you recall the day you got one And usually, it fades in the sun But not this one
It's terrifying to think about how horrible it can be to share your life with someone who ends up becoming a monster that you want to kill, but it also makes you want to die. When you start something with someone, with all the love you have inside, and then things end up making you want to suffocate the person you loved to see sleeping next to you with a pillow. The person with whom you wanted to sleep and share your existence until the end of their lives. Ironically, until the end of your life.
Love them but I didn’t care for this performance. John’s vials seemed rushed and much too fast compared to the instrumental. Also, the piano overpowered everything else. There’s some great guitar work in this song that you can’t hear.
Lyrics for readability’s sake When stray dogs finally catch you in the alley You don't consider their point of view But when the wounds are healed, and the scars are shiny, Sometimes then you do The terms are vicious Time is tight No one gets Too much light When you see the risen beast in your nightmares You treat him like a long lost brother But when you pass him on the streets of the city by day You pretend you don't recognize each other The lake is boiling The fish won't bite No one gets Too much light Seek out a cave by the ocean while you wait out the rain Dial down the weak bits and crank up the gain Listen for the prophecy somewhere in the static Once you've saddled up your pony, burn down the paddock When pigs gather in the sty to greet the sunrise They all begin to squeal for joy It doesn't sound like joy to the untrained ear And there's plenty of distortion and it's not real clear You've got a friend downstairs He howls all night No one gets Too much light
As a teenager with divorced parents this song hits so hard. I recently walked out of my fathers house and I'm never going back and I've definitely been listening much more recently especially since the time my father called me a cunt. This song is so good.
