i come back to this every time i need a serotonin boost

Such a mysterious song. Love it.

Brave young cowboys Of the near north side Mount those bridge rails Ride all night Scream when captured Arch your back Let this whole town hear your knuckles crack Sapphire Trans-Am High beams in vain Drive wild broncos Down the plain Push up to the corner Where the turbines hiss Someday we won't remember this Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these vampires For what they've done to me Tie those horses To the post outside And let those glass doors Open wide And in their surface See two young, savage things Barely worth remembering Feast like pagans Never get enough Sleep like dead men Wake up like dead men And when the sun comes Try not to hate the light Someday we'll try to walk upright Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these bite marks Deep in my arteries Crawl 'til dawn On my hands and knees God damn these vampires For what they've done to me

Phenomenal performance!

Best Quality: his wiggles

Seeds came in the mail today from Holland And the language on the package is wonderful and strange All sorts of flowers that grow up from the earth In goodly colors gloriously arranged I circled the house and I scattered them around Let the water sink down into the soil Stared a long time at the residue Blood, milk and oil God the humidity is something Our shirts are soaked clean through The house is throbbing and the heat keeps coming And I keep looking at you And then you're singing in Dutch to me And I recognize the song It seems so old and so fragile And I haven't heard it in so long We may throw the windows open later But we are not as far west as you suppose we are Hot wind coming off the water Sky gone crazy with stars While we stay here we imagine we're alive We see shadows on the walls There's something waiting for us in the hot, wet air Sweat, water and alcohol Just the old blood Rising up through the wooden floor again Just the old love Asking for more again

They cooked here

every so often my brain will go "I WAS HAVING VISIONS OF SUGARED PASTRY! COOKED UP IN CLARIFIED BUTTER!" and i must listen to this song

This song makes me cry every time but GOOD.

Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Never thought I'd make it Never ever thought Forced into surgery Arrested for perjury I don't like Freddie Mercury Even though he was probably A district court judge In a dream I had when I was twelve About a furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store Furniture store

Guard my bed While the rain turns the ditches to mirrors Buy a vase of carnations from central Ohio Where the looking machine can't hear us Deep in the night we dream of positions There's a line for the phone in the hall And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken Most wars end in the fall You never know when your pet will go Pet politics Still wearing last night's mascara Now that her pet was gone for sure She was shivering so hard It looked like there were two of her I can see through the sleeve on her blouse The mute plans of her architect lover A tattoo of a boarded up house An ink door that belonged to another When the rain hits you, it hits you slow Stitch after stitch Stitch after stitch Adam was not the first man Though the Bible tells us so There was one created before him Whose name we do not know He also lived in the garden But he had no mouth or eyes One day Adam came to kill him And he died beneath these skies I find it so amazing how I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I go where I'm led I suspect we could be losing now Please guard my bed Please guard my bed

I always thought he was saying, "Dino & Barney's bones", like he had excavated Bedrock from The Flintstones, and was chilling out there... 😁

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Champagne bubbled up through the neck of the bottle And sweet sounds came out through the radio It was John Coltrane God damn it, I love John Coltrane You danced across the living room floor And you kissed me once and then you kissed me some more You had your arms around my neck and it felt real fine And then your ankle knocked up against mine And resonating in my bones The precise, crisp drumming of Mr. Elvin Jones God damn it, I love John Coltrane

I've never seen your eyes so wide I've never seen your appetite quite this occupied Elsewhere is your feast of love I know when long ago we agreed to keep it light So let's be merry one more night It's light enough to let it go Remember when the scenery started fading And I held you until you learned to walk on air So don't look down, the ground is gone There's no one waving anyway The smoky life is practiced everywhere So set your restless heart at ease Take a lesson from these autumn leaves They waste no time waiting for the snow Don't argue now, you'll be late There is nothing to investigate It's light enough to let it go Remember when the scenery started fading And I held you until you learned to walk on air So don't look down, the ground is gone there's no one waving anyway The smoky life is practiced everywhere Come on back if the moment lends You can look up all my very closest friends Light enough to let it go It's light enough to let it go

this makes me cry every damn time

i wish i understood what all the songs before Emerging have to do with the organ harvesting bloodbath. Sudden Oak Death gives me chills every single time, but… how does the story connect? i love this album, but i wish i Got It.

this is one of my favourite tMG songs ever

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I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside the door of my motel room. it was a triangle with soft rounded edges and a split down the middle of one corner. it was darker than English moss. green like the soft frills of a peacock's plume. I waited for you, but I never told you where I was. it was you who taught me how to write these kinds of equations. I waited on the steps for you, and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot. you taught me how to listen to these distant stations. distant stations. I saw the sky break. I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch of some rose bushes by the motel office. missed him by a good yard or two. I sang old songs from nowhere. Los Angeles. Albuquerque. I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry. and I prayed real hard for you. I waited for you, but I never told you where I was. it was you who taught me how to write this kind of equation. I waited on the steps for you, and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pulled into the parking lot. you taught me how to listen to these distant stations. distant stations.

The last line genuinely made me cry An album with a title this beautiful should have always had a title track and I'm so glad I got to hear it

Pulled off the highway in Missouri And lo, our hearts were heavy laden Made for the chapel with some spray paint For all the things we'd held in secret Lord, lift up these lifeless bones Light cascading through the windows All the rainbow's heavy tones He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and set me high Left that place in ruin Drunk on the spirit and high on fumes Checked into a Red Roof Inn Stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants In the burning fuselage of my days Let my mouth be ever fresh with praise He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and set me high Each morning new Each day shot through With all the sharp, small shards of shrapnel That seem to burst out of me and you Head down toward Kansas We will get there when we get there, don't you worry Feel bad about the things we do along the way But not really that bad We inhaled the frozen air Lord, send me a mechanic if I'm not beyond repair He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and he will set me high

What a hidden gem.

Im so pessimistic that it circles back to optimism (i know we can all be/do better than this) and i love the poem 'good bones' so much

These roses are the pleasures of the flesh These ones here they are the pleasures of the spirit And tucked behind a pornographic picture in a frame The troops found the pierced heart and they all gathered near it And the dust clouds bloomed in the dark And the face gazed up from the frame Roomful of French troops in a Franciscan abbey History does not recall their names Of the several things that you have to do today You're gonna regret one This generation asks for a sign It isn't gonna get one Bertha took the pictures to the priest And the priest fell on his face upon the floor And the story lived on for a decade or two But no one really knows it anymore But the blessed heart is seen in the airbrush And the blessed heart is beating on the wind And the bodies of the faithful stacked by dozens by the roadsides Stripped and scourged and skinned Of the several things that you have to do today You're gonna regret one This generation asks for a sign It isn't gonna get one

Thank you for this upload

What is the name of that metal intro?

One burning afternoon, under the waxing jurisdiction of the harvest moon We took a ride, we went far away And I remember it as though it were yesterday At the pet store The stereo played songs we both knew And I reached my arm around to touch you I felt the sun burning into me And I knew we'd find the physic for my malady At the pet store Your hair caught the sunlight as you opened the door And I'd never seen your hair looking quite that way before I heard the parakeets punctuate the moment with their Shrieks and cries I saw the reptile cages reflected in your blue eyes Their green bodies conspiring therein To form a separate universe where it was no sin To want what I wanted right then and there In the pet store

Great version

We boarded up the windows And we sealed the door shut And we let the special chicken Build a nest right by the window Your face was glowing The heat was strong We ate cold black eggs all day long In the winter when the wind kicked up I saw your body moving Through the incandescent light You were dancing by yourself there Your sweater hugged your shoulders and it was alright We plucked sugar crystals from the cold English air I had a present for you hidden somewhere In the winter when the wind kicked up

When I see you in your new blue jeans I know you're lying, and I know what it means When I see you take your place among the poor I know you're a fraud for sure Bad priestess, bad priestess So the sunlight plays its games along your eyes And it has the same effect on a thousand other guys And I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel the pull, too But the sunlight makes me strong and I know about you Bad priestess Bad priestess, on a Thursday as the sun goes down Bad priestess, with a super-special eyelash trick Bad priestess, bad priestess

This made me realize I have all the lyrics memorized

This album saved my life. I made a music video ode to The Mountaingoats and the film “Hardware” on my page for all you fans out there.

"This is a song about the organ harvesting colonies on the Moon, and the guy who works there and becomes a cannibal and starts eating the corpses of which he is supposed to be taking care, you know, growing kidneys for the government and stuff... This is a song about when he sort of is up there going a little crazy, you know, because he's all alone on the Moon except for all the corpses growing in the pods, and you know, and so, he begins to eat them. And this is sort of his love song to the corpses he's about to eat." -- 2009-03-20 - Attucks Theatre - Norfolk, VA

i beat you max

Awesome

The story of the pigs who ran straightaway into the water and their great triumph You're gonna send me back to where I came from Please don't send me back to where I came from Let me go where the white magnolias grow You're gonna fit me for that orange jumpsuit Please don't fit me for that orange jumpsuit Let me ride where the dragonflies glide Yeah but you're going to do what you wanna do No matter what I ask of you You think you hold the high hand I've got my doubts I come from Chino where the asphalt sprouts Big bus headed southeast from the courthouse But I'm not headed southeast from the courthouse Let some mysterious chunk of space debris Puncture the roof and set me free And even if I have to go to Claremont Well I guess I'll just have to go to Claremont Let me go Let me lie low Yeah but you're going to do what you wanna do No matter what I ask of you And you send your dark messengers to tempt me I come from Chino, so all your threats are empty

Best recording I’ve heard to date

i knew this sounded familiar i was at this show.

holy shit

This is funky as hell

I came to see you up there in intensive care They had handcuffed you to your bed There were tubes going into you and out from you Bright white gauze bandages at your head I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth And they said "Lights out" And it was lights out And they gave you your medication I know what you want and you know what I want Information Information I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth Out in the desert we'll have no worries Out in the desert just you and me I came to see you up there in intensive care Out in the desert we'll live carefree I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth I am a mole Sticking his head above the surface of the earth

john darnielle just posted something on his instagram that implies this album will be reissued! so excited, i love these songs

Thanks for the upload John! ❤

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4:50 For song

may we never have to go back to claremont ever again

Really really beautiful. What chords are you playing?

I was having visions of sugared pastry Cooked up in clarified butter I tried to turn my visions into prayers But I built my castle way high up in the air Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and cold Swing low, sweet chariot Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold My brothers picked me up out of the rushes Handed me into the company of evil men But I've inched my way down the eastern seaboard I am coming to Atlanta again Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and mad as all hell Swing low, sweet jewel-encrusted chariot Make me young again Make me well I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing I'm the hard to find stations on the AM band I am the white sky high over Tripoli I am the landmine hidden in the sand Yeah I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and alone Sweet low, sweet, sweet, sweet chariot Coming forth to carry me home