“so you made a family from people you found / you grew into yourself with those weirdos around / late nights talking at home, or dancing ‘til dawn / or driving all day, 'cause you’re sick of the phone”
if you’re gay and looking for gay music you seriously need to listen to nana grizol. They’re indie folk/vaguely folk-punk and i’ve loved them for years and their new album is incredible and their frontman is gay so everyone should give them a listen
the color of an afternoon just like when you were 5 years old the moon over the ocean i’ve seen from a island evening progression that starts to lose its meaning if we have spent most of a lifetime dreaming then dreaming is the state we shall keep stories of our solitude will sing themselves to sleep and we will sing to everything the stories of where we have been the history thats coursing through our veins no, nothing factual is written on a page
so surely and so steadily a slowly moving cloud will whisper “i am but for hours born to last” your sogging soaking future is my foggy fading past and so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast whatever can be held in your heart is surely yours to grasp so you wish for a picture of all of the people you have had the pleasure to know or a postcard from all of the places that you ever wanted to go saying “you are here now on this magical night” the sun and sky at sunset, well, its such a stunning sight you can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved
and nothing ever does begin like nothing ever ends ask every atom in your body and they’ll surely tell you “friend, i am old as time and older still” and you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill i will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just a baby still
you spent half a year on the verge of tears just because nothing ever feels like it did before so now i understand if you’re bitter frankly sometimes i do feel the same it’s amazing how in your own homes how the comfort and the pain well they just grow
we were ourselves but blended at the edges like it should be and now separated your color now shines on my sleeve with my parents, favorite teacher, first ever pen pal and me and the more that we share i guess the more that we grow and we all became tiny rainbows.
I would tell you but i’m not so good with words Language makes a simple feeling seem oh so absurd Anyway, my songs about contentment so far always end in verbs Like “drive”, or “run”, or go to sleep, the damage has been done Life’s not made up of things that must be lost or won But you can live that way if that’s what you call fun
Tell me not to fall in love with you And frankly my friend I think that’s the sweetest thing you do
Summer in my town is nice, my front porch is my paradise and I can sit here every night, yes I can watch the world go by, and know that I’m in motion to occasionally think of you and just hope that you realize that when you sit here by my side whatever that implies will be just fine
My heart beats like a tambourine that plays along in time.