waiting around to die

One of the best songs I heard all last year. The wind is real, ya'll.

Waiting Around to Die by BUMTICKINS

chiquitita, you and i know

I’ve made all my irl friends watch this video because I think, without any irony whatsoever, it may be the best song/video ever made. Like all ABBA songs, “Chiquitita” is exuberantly tragic, a celebration of sadness, a sadness delivered expressly through Agnetha Fältskog’s facial expressions and Benny Andersson’s piano solo. The world is terribly sad, guys, but we’re going to play music next to a giant snowman anyway. You might think they’re silly, but they are know what they’re doing.

(cross-posted to tumblr) 

March

(photo by Denise Grays, flickr here)

Tamara Lindeman (Weather Station) usually sings about yarrow, mint, and amaranth: her songs are flower-pressings, not pastoral, but fierce pasture. "March" is different; there isn't hand clapping, there's foot stomping, the sound of rusty doors swinging back and forth in a storm, pots and pans clinging, wire fraying, and most of all Lindeman's low, measured voice, patient and possessed. 

More Weather Station: here

"i wish you all had one neck and that i had my hands on it"

"I do not believe that being hanged by the neck until dead is a barbaric or inhuman punishment. I look forward to that as a real pleasure and a big relief to me. … When my last hour comes, I will dance out of my dungeon and onto the scaffold with a big smile on my face and happiness in my heart. … The only thanks you or your kind will ever get from me for your efforts on my behalf is that I wish you all had one neck and that I had my hands on it." - Carl Panzram, American serial killer, arsonist, and burglar. 

more Twin Steps here

My grandfather poured me a drink. He said, "I never thought I'd be pouring my daughter a drink."

 

 when teen witches take you to the woods behind the pre-fab development in the mountains you all live in and sacrifice you, this is what they'll be singing.