#erasmusblogging

Parenthetical Girls - This Regrettable End :: for i’ve slept with the best, as i’ve wept with the rest—ever–blessed with this sense some swift end might be met. could those strings swell again, lest mine eyes well instead?

Beirut - Cliquot :: i'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill; i'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill; i'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold

The Left Banke - Barterers and Their Wives :: barterers and their trade lately fall back to fade, every evening, packing, leaving, counting on what they've made

Pearls Before Swine - The Jeweler :: he works to take from black coin faces the thumbprints from so many ages; he wishes he could cure the scars; when he forgets he sometimes cries; he knows the use of ashes; he worships god with ashes

Okkervil River - We Need a Myth :: i heard the voice of a friend on lethe's banks wading in; he said "before i forget, we need a myth as we lean in to kiss, to get two nails through the wrist, to get covered in blood, and to get covered in spit, and to forgive."

Scott Walker - My Death :: my death waits in your arms, your thighs, your cool fingers will close my eyes. let's not talk about the passing time

Owen Pallett - In Conflict :: what are you but a drum and a tube and a wire, black heart? a fire in the dark? i have no statement for your benefit, young man, except this: we all will live again

The United States of America - Where is Yesterday :: here is only waiting for a day that went before; here is only waiting for an answer at the door; here is only living without knowing why for sure

The Left Banke - There’s Gonna Be a Storm :: here you are. ask me why i can only lie. here i am. and there is one that i can not deny. just look up in the sky awhile.

Pearls Before Swine - Another Time :: did you find that the universe doesn't care at all? did you find that if you don't care this whole wrong world will fall? or have you come by again to die again? well, try again another time

Scott Walker - Angels of Ashes :: let the great constellation of flickering ashes be heard; let them burn with a fire - all it takes to confess is a word, just a word