Lost a friend to cocaine, couple friends to smack Troubled hearts map deserts, and they rarely do come back Lost a friend to oceans, lost a friend to hills Lost a friend to suicide, lost a friend to pills Lost a friend to monsters, lost a friend to shame Lost a friend to marriage, lost a friend to blame Lost a friend to worry, and lost a friend to wealth Lost a friend to stubborn pride And then I lost myself
I love my dog and she loves me The world’s a mess and so are we She tumbles long green muddy fields Sick with joy and glee And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams Whimpering gently
The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band - “Built then Burnt [Hurrah! Hurrah!]”
Born Into Trouble as Sparks Fly Upward (2001)
Strong words, Words that could’ve moved mountains, Words that no one ever said, We were all waiting to hear those words, And no one ever said them. And the tactics never hatched. And the plans were never mapped. And we all learned not to believe. And strange lonesome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why: And it is best to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why.”
I’ve read once an interview with Efrim Menuck. He said that he hates rock magazines and festivals sponsored by beer companies. The idea was that the band should perform their music but show business just uses musicians to sell some shit to people. Groups are used to fill the gaps between the advertisements.
Culturally, I think you could argue that end of the world has already happened certainly—that we were born into it, even. That’s just late capitalism though. The most horrid thing to me about the way we seem to live now—it’s most evil trait—is the degree to which we’ve all been convinced that there’s no point in even thinking of an alternative. We all endeavor and try our best, while all the time continuing to stagnate internally. That’s the saddest thing about contemporary living I think.
Julian, at the head of the long table, rises to his feet and lifts his wineglass. “Live forever,” he says. And the rest of us rise too, and clink our glasses across the table, like an army regiment crossing sabres: Henry and Bunny, Charles and Francis, Camilla and I. “Live forever,” we chorus, throwing our glasses back in unison. And always, always, that same toast. Live forever.
i.ashes in the snow, mono // PROLOGUE // ii.ekki múkk, sigur rós iii.13 angels standing guard ‘round the side of your bed, silver mt zion // RICHARD // iv.another story, the head and the heart v.your first light, my eventide, the echelon effect // CAMILLA // vi.heavy in your arms, florence + the machine vii.eros, ludovico einaudi // CHARLES // viii.sex on fire, kings of leon vs. ludovico einaudi ix.distilling roses, berliner philharmoniker // FRANCIS // x.love is a losing game, daley xi.dusk to dawn, emancipator // BUNNY // xii.daniel in the den, bastille xiii.boy 1904, jónsi & alex // HENRY // xiv.icarus, bastille xv.reach for the dead, boards of canada // EPILOGUE // xvi.killed the lord, left for the new world, this will destroy you