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An Emotional Weather Report
The Tallest Man On Earth - The Wild Hunt
There is a crow moon comin in well you keep looking out
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon’s that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine’s abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin’ in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit’s pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He’s just a mortal to the shoutin’ cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
Let’s open up the windows have satan departin’ now
And we’ll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don’t even care no more about cadejo now
If he’s a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin’
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in
Lets watch phenomenon’s that rise out of the darkness now
Within the light she is my storming heroin
And old machine’s abandoned by the ancient racists and
I hear them hummin down below and hollow earth
Oh hell I guess I know no while I will go under to
But just for now I let the spring and storm return
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin’ in the fall
And I will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree
Just to be closer when my spirit’s pulled away
I left a nervous little boy out on the trail today
He’s just a mortal to the shoutin’ cavalcade
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
Let’s open up the windows have satan departin’ now
And we’ll be even when the blues fall down like hail
Hell I don’t even care no more about cadejo now
If he’s a white one or a black one on the trail
I left my heart to the wild hunt a-comin’
I live until the call
And I plan to be forgotten when I’m gone
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
Yes I’ll be leavin in the fall
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Jeffrey Lewis - Back When I Was Four
And back when I was 8 I’d sit outside on an old milk crate
And look out at the world from the stoop across the street
The boomboxes and the hot concrete
And every Halloween they hung
A million rubber skeletons across ninth street.
Here’s a rather fine photograph of Jeffrey Lewis being a badass. As always.
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Andrew Jackson Jihad - A Song Dedicated To The Memory Of Stormy The Rabbit
For four fortnights I’ve fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
My favorite folk-punk band ever.
They have some very good shit. Except it’s not shit. It’s gold.
Rymodee kicks ass. It’s a pity more people don’t know of him.
