I spent 1 year with them on headphones

Fc25 Lore🐐🐐🐐

Mattew Gray Gubler🫦

I thought he said if you wait for the money not morning

これは良い

😮using fake emails or post box bc your not comfortable bc muah privacy. Whether or not i do my taxes or i live in a certain address is not the governments job to know. *Bong* who was the man they just kidnapped? *If the man never existed its not kidnapping* its just making my job easier. Ones called mental sickness. Im a profesional i have standards these guys dont. Sniper Team Fortress 2.

Peep the subie

I just feel the first time you listen to the soundtrack you Think its weird but when you get usted to you end up falling in Love with it😎

0: La voix je t'aime ❤😊

Future islands found you 2 years ago on 6 music thank you love ❤your sound love your voice and music Xx Special Xx

I'm I,j Y l =,j . Vm(: Oil

goosebumps on my back every time the piano intro kicks in at 1:12.. cheer greatness.

The timeline when Ian Stuart Donaldson from Skrewdriver and Robert Smith of the Cure swapped places.

Sounds like a bit like Chris Rea has rocked up to a Wham gig. Maybe he was driving home for Xmas…

❤

BACK HERE ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I HUFF THING SONG AS COPIUM TO FEEL BRAVE AND I WOULD LIKE THIS ON SPOTIFY. XOXOXO FROM CANADA.

fan since Letteman 10 years 🎯💯

Cuh has popcorn lung

It’s give fifa street soundtrack vibes love that 👌🏽

I wish this song was longer, my favourite future islands song

No I’m not crying, you are!

Ughhhhh Matthew ❤❤❤

Not a great dance video, bad lighting design, no 3-D sculpting-definition of the bodies, murky warmth, and the camera framing, is not wide enough, and cropping the moving figures focusing too much on their faces. The viewer can't see the full dynamic of the choreography. Dance-for-the-Camera is a more defined and disciplined art than what they present.

Lo mas curioso es que pensaba que era fake ! xD 😂😂😂😂

Efootball 22 😢

Fantano’s top 50 drove me here

Anyone here 2025?

💗💖💗

I like this song

Unbelievable

I don't care how much scripting is in the game, once this song loads in all the rage melts away. What an amazing song (it's my goal celebration song).

Damn they’re so f’n brilliant

I posted a vocals only version on my channel :)

Je t'aime ❤❤❤

Soo good.

Estaré donde te encuentras 🥀

what was that I listened...great music...

Como sempre o EA FC/FIFA me apresentando boas músicas

fc 25 is out cold 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Me have the music in my club in fc25

Superb song from a superb band

😭

I found the answer at my feet to walking. Cycling ❤

Classics status imminently

Amazing song 🎧😎

That bass, guy is unstoppable.

brings me so far back to MLB the Show 21, so many memories🥲

This song hits hard at night when everyone else is asleep. A cold, winter, Christmas evening tune that makes you just reflect on what matters.

Great song, thank you Islands!😎

Great music, clipped you all the way through the year. Here's a bit of humor for you and some good cheer. Keep rocking, keep shining, a pleasure to hear. Johnny Murphy died last nite, Ed. What happened him, boay. Coming inta me house like ..... slipped on the kids skate, head through the porch window. Ahh, that's an awful way to die. Na, that didn't kill him a’tall. Jumped up, fell inta me casa, como su casa. Staggered, tore all the photo off me wall. Clattered his way ta da kitchen, bumped against me fridge, an all, 6 carving knives fell. BAM man, right inta the chest, like it was fookin' hell. Jaysus, that's a terrible way ta die. Na, warming up, was our boay Johnny. Wandered, dazed and confused, inta me sitting room, me oldest on shrooms. Fell inta the fire, howled like a banshee, when he got spired. From all this jumpin' sky higher, Jordan like, spiked his head, on the chandelier……….fuckin nikes!………..and fell down dead! Yikes! Oh my god, that was a horrible way ta die. Na, that didn't kill him a’tall, Ed. Fell up the stairs (can ya believe tha boay - up the bloody stairs). Destroyed me banister, the hotpress. Scalded hands, crying for his mommy, his pance, he wet, me kids were immediate fans, when they heard that bit. Tears tearin’ down his face like rain, blood-head punctured and spiked in vain, 6 carving knives in da chest, like some sort of beau geste. Cork’s Hollybough, Irelands Own monk on fire, freaky it was, like some sort a national sacrifice at our behest. Fell out me bedroom window, curtin's cindered, onto the concrete slabs below, like a godforsaken skinhead tindered, ta the audience shoutin’ fook me, Thoreau. Jaysus Tommy, that's a terrible way ta die. Na, that didn't kill him a’tall. Fook sake, Tommy, what the hell killed him, boay! Ah, I had ta shoot him, Ed. He was wrecking me house.