The Mountain Goats has had a staying power that no other band has ever had on me. I found them around 2011 and I still circle back to the same stuff. Not as much of the furious stuff anymore (Home Again Garden Grove, Autoclave, Magpie). Someone pointed out that the line "feel shame, real shame" in Goths could have appeared elsewhere and I thought it might have been here- same rhythm as "hear ghosts, old ghosts". It doesn't matter. This song is utterly tranquil with a note of melancholy. It's another In Corolla, none of the terminal bleakness of In Nova Scotia, and it's nice.
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beautiful
i cri evrytim
lovely
Essentially an improved version of Ending the Alphabet.
The Mountain Goats has had a staying power that no other band has ever had on me. I found them around 2011 and I still circle back to the same stuff. Not as much of the furious stuff anymore (Home Again Garden Grove, Autoclave, Magpie).
Someone pointed out that the line "feel shame, real shame" in Goths could have appeared elsewhere and I thought it might have been here- same rhythm as "hear ghosts, old ghosts". It doesn't matter. This song is utterly tranquil with a note of melancholy. It's another In Corolla, none of the terminal bleakness of In Nova Scotia, and it's nice.
Citylegs, do you have a large copy of the cover image? Beautiful!
What happens when the internet collapses and the power stations shut down and my phone battery runs dry and I can never listen to this song again
how are half of all mountain goats songs the best thing ive ever heard?
I took to the highway, went out to Pico-Crenshaw
Old friends, old friends
I took to the highway, the highway took to me
Like a second skin
Rolled around in the evening, circling like a buzzard
Trouble in mind
Excavating the space we left behind
Yes I took trinkets with me, left them by the crater
Here ghosts, old ghosts
Smelled all the chlorine, I took the low road
Where the light was just right
Crawled around in the glowing, all-embracing wreckage
Sunburned and snow-blind
Excavating the space we left behind