From the album "Disjecta Membra" by Car Seat Headrest. The album is no longer on their Bandcamp, but the rest of their discography is available at: carseatheadrest.bandcamp.com/
He leveled his entire garden with only a space and without a shirt No one had been home for many days A kid on a bike with a scared look on his face His only company And he couldn't tell if the kid was scared of him because he always looked that scared And he couldn't tell if the kid liked him cause he always looked scared So he just kept leveling the grass and leveling the trees Hes back grew and the muscles became visible But he broke all the mirrors so he could never be sure
Take all their islands and they'll play their violins They heard the songs from nearby continents Everyone cried when they saw with their eyes The land shift underneath their feet I was living in the past ‘cause I’ll be dead in the future The kids from ED, they smelled bad, I had to teach one how to Unzip his backpack, sitting on my dad’s lap As he taught me to play piano, but I could only play by ear Spent his money on whores when he came back from the war He just needed something pure, and he'd tell me these stories And one night they stole the boats, went for a smoke on the water And we march, across, the countryside We march, across, the countryside Not by sickness, God, not by sickness Wanted to find you in a hotel room, elevator shafts But I’m tired of this honeymoon, bored in the bed with you My dad called me "f4g" even though he had slept with men I swear that VHS is ingrained in my memory Just like everything, just the historian Only comfort I can take, Rome was not forgotten in a day As we march, across, the countryside As we march, across, the countryside Scorched-earth policy They burned everything as they left Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands God save them all (I don’t know if it’s just the chord but I can’t really do it well) Scorched-earth policy They burned everything as they left Freezing my legs off in some tent into their hands God save them all The hair on your head is making me dizzy Our Lady of good council flies away The Sun changes size and circles in the sky Basel, Switzerland Summer of 1566 (Or was it 1666?) As we march, across, the countryside As we march, across, the countryside
This song will always stick in my mind the simple repeating melody the build of the song and of course the lyrics wich are incredibly beautiful and how it builds to an end
@@joelowry1323 to be specific, they are sampling one of the original recordings of this song from before car seat headrest, but essentially this is still true
No one talks about the mutiny after it happened It doesn't matter how he joined the friend group We just don't want him to interrupt us right But then why did we let him join at all if We weren't curious about why he came on
When we ask her to stop The sun changes sides. Decides she's not going to listen to us like she did last night. If I never stopped counting From when I was five I'd know how long itd been since then
One night I took a train And when I got on I convinced myself I wasn't one And asked questions like: wow the mudslides outside my window I hope I didn't invite anyone to visit me They would die Then again The sheep's seemed fine
I wonder if he doesn't mind me borrowing his computer I wonder if he likes what he does instead Lying on the bedroom floor She began to scold me like her mum did If we can't have a fun conversation with each other we will hate eachother for it It feels like nothing moves in this area The only way that's right if I give into this filthy fucking teeling All these houses so adamant on standing still Kyl
Not for vindications sake Vindication is already strong We have to vindicate for something that needs to be kept safe No one walks into that old womans place Your not that hard to understand compared to your farther And your hard to understand
Walking past a pasty alt kid but felt even more vulnerable than them I am hopelessly hoping instead of running He tried kissing me in the back of my head but he doesn't know I can't breathe in air from there Historians can destroy everything there is because there is nothing they are allowed to make
