we've got an audience.
this post is dedicated to anonymous, and anonymous' as of yet, anonymous friend. it is quite flattering to be recommended, and even more so to duly impress, subsequent to being recommended.
in any case, we shall keep on, keeping on...
it's nigh on 6 am, and i am still headed to where many are coming from,
but it is at this time of night that a song like this fits so perfectly.
it is a late late night / early foggy morning song.
it is a fireplace song, an under the covers song.
it is from an album dedicated to the survivors of child abuse, and it really is a splendid record.
the band is The Mountain Goats,
the album is the sunset tree
i'll be posting a trifecta from it, and hopefully stimulate you to go out and get it, as it is totally worth it.
this song's title is referencing a piano prodigy, Dinu Lipatti, who died at 33, in 1950.
dinu lapatti's bones
we stank of hair dye and ammonia.
we sealed ourselves away from view.
you were looking at the void and sat unblinking.
the best that I could do was to train my eyes on you.
we scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface,
scraped our fingers bloody on the stones.
and built our little house that we could live in
out of dinu lapatti's bones.
we kept our friends at bay all summer long.
treated the days as if they'd kill us if they could.
ringing out the hours like blood drenched bed sheets
to keep winter time at bay but december showed up anyway.
there was no money it was money that you wanted.
I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned.
and we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams
from dinu lapatti's bones.
+++
for the record, it is misspelled, it should be L-I-P-A-T-T-I,
>>>the_mountain_goats_dinu_lapatti_s_bones.mp3
in any case, we shall keep on, keeping on...
it's nigh on 6 am, and i am still headed to where many are coming from,
but it is at this time of night that a song like this fits so perfectly.
it is a late late night / early foggy morning song.
it is a fireplace song, an under the covers song.
it is from an album dedicated to the survivors of child abuse, and it really is a splendid record.
the band is The Mountain Goats,
the album is the sunset tree
i'll be posting a trifecta from it, and hopefully stimulate you to go out and get it, as it is totally worth it.
this song's title is referencing a piano prodigy, Dinu Lipatti, who died at 33, in 1950.
dinu lapatti's bones
we stank of hair dye and ammonia.
we sealed ourselves away from view.
you were looking at the void and sat unblinking.
the best that I could do was to train my eyes on you.
we scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface,
scraped our fingers bloody on the stones.
and built our little house that we could live in
out of dinu lapatti's bones.
we kept our friends at bay all summer long.
treated the days as if they'd kill us if they could.
ringing out the hours like blood drenched bed sheets
to keep winter time at bay but december showed up anyway.
there was no money it was money that you wanted.
I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned.
and we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams
from dinu lapatti's bones.
+++
for the record, it is misspelled, it should be L-I-P-A-T-T-I,
>>>the_mountain_goats_dinu_lapatti_s_bones.mp3
posted by Vampire Bat at 06:25
2 Comments:
this comment is dedicated to vampirebat. as of yet, i do not know who you are and were these entries are coming from, but this comment is for you.
well thank you.
not knowing who you are nor where you are coming from, is interesting and comforting as well.
actually you may very well be someone other than the previous anonymous, or anonymous' friend, for that matter.
and I(we), could be a semi-sentient computer program...
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