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There's just something about the sound of lo-fi TMG that hits different.

Humblest of beginnings of John.

Fool me once, you know Shame shame

I love how the best mountain goats songs are all niche and you find them at complete random

In Sicily, it's awfully hot But where we were most decidedly not So I looked around I saw heaven coming down Around you In Washington, it's cold as ice And we were warm in the arms of Christ himself I took a long look at your face I saw the angel take his place Beside you There's monsoons in Kashmir I was worried that you'd disappear I touched your arm just to be on the safe side and the world Broke apart and fell off by the wayside Next to you

Peter makes songs so much better oml

Yes

Tunnel down to the core Flying through the trap door Soft pink sky full of rumpled clouds Radio up loud There's a pop in the speakers Where I hear your voice come through So brave and true When did I lose sight of you? Come and rattle your chain All you want You're always gonna be welcome Here in the hallways that you used to haunt Ride the sentimental rodeo Down to where the shadows grow Long while since I felt this way Stand by the window, wait for days There's a pop in the speaker Where I hear your voice come through So brave and true Let me never lose sight of you Come and rattle your chain All you want You're always gonna be welcome Here in the hallways that you used to haunt

You come around here when the lights are down low And you hang around for six or seven hours and then you get ready to go Well I remember when you used to kiss me without me asking you to Yeah I remember when you used to When I lean toward to you, you turn away It's a quarter past one A.M. on a warm Saturday That's alright, that's alright, I hear you Don't do anything you don't wanna do But I remember when you used to kiss me without me asking you to Yeah I remember when you used to

New rivers forming on the surface of the world I mean to say that it's raining Otis Redding tried to tell me there'd be days like this But I didn't believe him Yeah Otis Redding talked about this kind of thing When I'm only semi-conscious and I hear the phone ring Let the dogs come out I'm ready now Let the dogs come out I'm ready now And I remember where I was the last time that it rained like this And I remember where I was the last time it was raining this hard And do you remember where I was And I know that you remember where we were last time it rained like this Let the dogs come out I'm ready now Let the dogs come out I'm ready now

almost 2025 and still a great song

The path to the awful room that no one will sleep in again Was lit for one man only, gone where none can follow him Try to look down the way he had gone Back of the closet whose depths go on and on and on And nice people said he was with God now Safe in his arms But the voices of the angels that he heard on his last days with us Smoke alarms Well, the path to the palace of wisdom that the mystics walk Is lined with PSYCHOTROPICS and electric shocks Hope daily for healing, try not to go insane Dance in a circle with bells on, try to make it rain And nice people say he WAS WITH God now Safe in his arms, safe in his arms But the voices of the angels WHO SANG TO HIM ON HIS LAST DAYS WITH US Smoke alarms, smoke alarms

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we shall all be healed

HE PLAYED IT AGAIN IN OHIO!!!

Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not too late To learn how to love and forget how to hate Mental wounds not healing Who and what's to blame I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train I've listened to preachers I've listened to fools I've watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you live the role Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train I know that things are going wrong for me You gotta listen to my words, yeah Heirs of a cold war, that's what we've become Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb Crazy, I just cannot bear I'm living with something that just isn't fair Mental wounds still screaming Life's a bitter shame I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train I'm heading off the rails on a crazy train

Window facing an ill-kept front yard Plums on the tree heavy with nectar Prayers to summon the destroying angel Moon stuttering in the sky like film stuck in a projector And you You Twin prop airplanes passing loudly overhead Road to the airport two lanes clear Half the whole town gone for the summer Terrible silence coming down here And you You There is no deadline There is no schedule There is no plan we can fall back on The road this far can't be retraced There is no punch line anybody can tack on There are loose ends by the score What did I come down here for? You You

jesus christ that last line. it feels like i find a new masterpiece from jd every day

You spent Champagne Saturday on your knees With your eyes on the clock and your head through wall The sun came through the window sickly And you didn't look up, you didn't flinch Buy you a chainsaw for your birthday All the wine you could ever drink Lay you in a bed of cold steel Cover your face with my fine white mask You spent Champagne Saturday on your knees But you'll never have to beg Oh John Barleycorn, oh John Barleycorn Old and young, thy praises sung John Barleycorn You spent Champagne Saturday on your knees With your eyes on the clock and your head through the wall The sun came through the window sickly And you didn't look up, you didn't flinch Buy you a chainsaw for your birthday All the wine you could ever drink Lay you in a bed of cold steel Cover your face with my fine white mask You spent Champagne Saturday on your knees But you'll never have to beg Oh John Barleycorn, oh John Barleycorn Old and young, thy praises sung John Barleycorn

UN RÉVE PLUS LONG QUE LA NUIT aka NOVEMBER LOVE SONG On a Wednesday, on the 110 I felt the fever rise again The weatherman east of here predicted rain I hammered the words into my brain That you were all I'd ever needed to get by On the Long Island Expressway At 4 A.M. on a Tuesday Humidity like I'd never known before And you sleeping like a baby, I could hear the engine roar Somewhere high up above us in the New York sky Where time means less than nothing, and no one ever dies Someone knew that you were all there was worth needing

think about all the incredible songs he’s never released just rattling around on cds like this one

I can’t get enough of this song.

Alot of these lyrics are from Chinua Achebe's 'Things Fall Apart"

Anyone know why they didn't put this on Spotify

Come down in the flatland Show me your shoulder Wait now where the black hand touches us We'll both grow older And the sky above us And the ground beneath us And the air around us And the ocean to the right Measure your arm length I can't live without it I treasure those thirty inches I want to talk about it. And the sky above us And the ground beneath us And the air around us And the ocean to the right Love you in the cold air Your long hair makes me shiver Above you I see the sun Light up every sliver And the sky above us And the ground beneath us And the air around us And the ocean to the right And the sky above us And the ground beneath us And the air around us And the ocean to the right

john darnielle w his guitar you'll always be famous 💯

Daniel 12:18 (NIV): I heard, but I did not understand. So I asked, “My lord, what will the outcome of all this be?” Daniel 12:18 (KJV): And I heard, but I understood not: then said I, O my Lord, what shall be the end of these things?

You knew that they were out there by the signs they'd left behind On old abandoned buildings, just some X's and some lines Half-circles in the concrete, crescents in the snow You could find the little beacons almost everywhere you'd go Only people who were sick enough Knew how to read them right I got sick when I was seventeen And I'd hunt down signs all night You'd listen for the voices in the generator's hum Hang out behind the power plant and wait for them to come Hints about their mission in the rustling of the surf But no secrets can be kept from you if your faith is strong enough Only people who've been sick too long Can hold on to the hope That some friendly ghost is listening to the prayers they learned to say At the slack end of the rope

my brother and me found out, where you keep your ugly secrets hid. we dug up the missing one this morning. i know why you did what you did. yeah, we found him naked in the snow. down where the wild krokus grow. and i don't wanna do this anymore. i ain't wanna fight your dirty little war. my brother said not to drop another dime 'cause he ain't comin' out next time, and you can soak in a bathtub full of gasoline, but you will never get your hands clean. yeah the building was glowing, fires were raging within you ran out to save your own skin, and well, i probably shouldn't blame you. yeah, i probably shouldn't blame you. but by god, i do, and i found the photographs in the top dresser drawer but i ain't gonna fight your dirty little war anymore.

I heard the wings beat on the wind tonight As the heat stole power from the darkening light I saw the streets fill up with people that I knew People who looked like you Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break Drift through the streets, walk between the cars Newborn sons and daughters spat forth from distant stars The summer will reveal itself to those whose hearts are true And to the faithless few Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break Who will rise and who will sink? Who's going to stand his ground and who's going to blink? Surge forward from Van Cortlandt Park like frightened sheep Spirit throngs that hoist us high, three thousand warriors deep Spray our dreams on any surface where the paint will stick Try to time the rhythm, listen for the click Rise if you're sleeping, stay awake We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break

yes

revisit this constantly bc it whips but dwelling on it a lot this week, an all time peter performance for me

I sunk all of my money into Swiss gold And I watched the market slide And I stood on the edge of the Pacific and watched The hypodermic needles coming in with the tide There are two guys just outside of Chicago Looking for me tonight But Randy Johnson throws a baseball 97 miles an hour and I'm gonna be all right I had a fully loaded junk bond portfolio that Didn't work out like it was supposed to There's a mountain of money in the bond market That I can't seem to get close to I've been headed down the road to ruin The end is nowhere in sight But Randy Johnson throws a baseball 97 miles an hour and I'm gonna be all right

Feed the kittens in the kitchen Set food out for the strays Try hard to do your best The magpie will have his way Fill your mouth with berries By the full light of the moon Work all night if you have to The magpie comes at noon Shore up the crucifixes Above the archways and the doors The magpie will come at midday And you will go down on all fours And when the cherry's white with blossoms Be ready and be brave And remember what we had here When there was something left to save

Helicopter in, from Los Angeles Land in Ontario, guys with cameras Hey you, can I get a quick interview Beat-up stretch limousine to the speedway In the baking sun, stay high all day Take to the stage, lords of the age Drums rolling like buffalo down the plain And I am an oncoming train Me and the ghosts of Birmingham Me and the ghosts of Birmingham Light rigging over, rainbow behind And the cloudless sky, and the infinite distances in my mind Arms in the air, sun in my hair Rise like dancers, stick the landing Feel kind of beautiful, everybody here is beautiful That's just how I feel, and it's real Drums rolling like buffalo down the plain And I am an oncoming train Me and the ghosts of Birmingham Me and the ghosts of Birmingham

Long rain, it must be June again Warm air, and it's so warm down there I'm coming soon, open the blinds Your friends all tell me that you've lost your mind I don't believe them The seashore, I don't want to see it anymore The bus runs smoothly The back window's open and the burning air cools me Hold your breath Your friends all swear you're one step away from death I don't believe them Mmmm, here it comes My head is throbbing and my hands are numb It's you What was I thinking What should I do Your eyes are open and it's more than I can take My friends all told me I was making a mistake I don't believe them

The lights are on in your room so tell me Who's your friend? And the lights are burning in the little house on east end And I remembered who I was And what I came here for The moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore And on my neck I felt the cold wind And it licked around my ears and it asked me to ask you, yeah Who's your friend? And the lights came down over Pomona, blazed again before your front door The moon was caught high in the branches of the sycamore

The only version of this song I've ever heard, and I plan to keep it that way.

1 John 4:16 (NIV): And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.

In the holding tank I built for myself It's feeding time And I start to feel afraid 'cause I'm the last one left in line The endless string of summer storms that led me to today Began one afternoon with you; long ago and far away And someone leads the beast in on its chain But I know you're thinking of me 'cause it's just about to rain So I won't be afraid of anything ever again In the cell that holds my body back The door swings wide And I feel like someone's lost child as the guards lead me outside And if the clouds are gathering, it's just to point the way To an afternoon I spent with you; when it rained all day And someone leads the beast in on its chain But I know you're thinking of me 'cause it's just about to rain So I won't be afraid of anything ever again

NEW WORLD EMERGING BLUES Someday, someday Mount Fuji's gonna blow Someday, someday Mount Fuji's gonna blow And spray hot ashes on the villagers below Someday, someday the ocean's gonna rise Someday, someday the ocean's gonna rise And I will emerge from hiding and shrug off my disguise Someday, someday the earth will be black as tar Someday the earth will be as black as tar And we are gonna see each other the way we truly are

edith moves through purgatory she's the kitten of the cornfield she's my little christian she said "lie down honey" when no one was around she stole all my clothing that was just the other night now she's on the second page she's like powder she's like powder

heard this for the first time at the show tonight, was such an extremely special moment . free palestine

'36 Hudson in the garage, all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room, dishes in the kitchen sink, new straw for the old broom. friends who don't have a clue, well meaning teachers, but down in your arms, in your arms, I am a wild creature. floor two foot high with newspapers, white carpet thick with pet hair, half-eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer, fresh fuel for the sodium flares. I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook, but in the long tresses of your hair I am a babbling brook.

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Big city, wide corner New flowers, cold comfort. 56 Fahrenheit early in the morning Buses passing by black smoke in their wake Big surprises, a lot of big surprises Bones ringing, running away with what Freud said Same morning, world breathing Far, far from home Big ringing in the bones Whose bones are these? God please Feel the pumping, feel the fresh blood pump inside City's living, the city's truly living What's the difference? Running away with what Freud said

this song is great on 2x speed

The highway's open and the sun is full And the vinyl upholstery heats up like worsted wool The hills roll past us, then they rear up again Take a deep breath now and count to ten I reach across the stick shift and I pull you near The highway's open and it's hot in here, it's hot in here Your skin sends all the sunlight back to hell And you shine in the coming darkness and I guess it's just as well That there's no one left, there's no one left at all And then the hills behind your eyes start burning Like a solid wall of licking flames They burn red and clear The highway's open and it's hot in here, it's hot in here

The snow built up around the smokehouse And the sun shone on the snow And the sun's rays were blistering against my eyes The long night was well on its way So I made good use of what was left of the daylight Walking out toward the main street And coming back home again Sleeping, I sang a short song about you And I knew every word of that song was true Well, almost every word Ice froze the green stems of the daffodils Ice formed carrots on my window sill I was blistering, blazing away And it had always been my tendency to let things slide But I went to the window with my eyes open wide And you were taking on perspective Coming toward the door You want some more I've got some more for you I've got just what you're looking for