what do you mean i don’t have varied music taste do you even know how many albums the mountain goats have made
sext: lay on my bed in the dark with me and listen to the mountain goats until we stop thinking about the hostility and indifference of the universe
- is like a dark cloud full of rain that’s always right there up above you.
- is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse somewhere just outside of town about to burn down.
- is like a Cuban plane flying from Havana up the Florida coast tot he Glads, Soviet made.
- for you is ninety-eight percent pure.
- is a monster plain and simple.
- is like Jesus but worse.
- has never had a leg to stand on.
- is like the border between Greece and Albania.
is like a cyclone in a swamp, and the weather’s getting warmer.
door to door mountain goat evangelism:
“excuse me sir, but hast thou considered the tetrapod?”
it crests my dashboard and I feel something I can’t name or describe except that it’s awesome and humbling, and I remember the person I wrote the song about; and I think, your story has spoken to so many, in places so far and wide
to survive is to leave a legacy of hope
held under these smothering waves by your strong and thick-veined hand // hast thou considered the tetrapod - the mountain goats
every fan of the Mountain Goats is different and we all have different opinions on what song or album is best but I feel like no matter what we all identify with the line “I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam” very strongly
with the midwestern sky burning above us
we lean up against the car
I wanna tell you what the sky has done to me
I want you to tell me who we are
cuz I can see you raising the water to your lips
it’s the blazing dead center of July
and I got all my hopes hung on your one gorgeous promise
and you got the sunlight dancing on your eyes
one direction + the mountain goats
((for when you need music that loves and validates you with wildly varying levels of poetic lyricism and pure-joy pop))
best song ever + dance music
i said can you give it back to me, she said never in your wildest dreams, and we danced all night to the best song ever, lean in close to my little record player on the floor— so this is what the volume knob’s for— i listen to dance music, dance music
up all night + color in your cheeks
i wanna stay up all night and find a girl and tell her she’s the one, hold onto the feeling and don’t let it go, come on in, we haven’t slept for weeks, drink some of this; it’ll put color in your cheeks
live while we’re young + this year
hey girl i’m waitin on ya, i’m waitin on ya, come on and let me sneak you out and have a celebration, a celebration, the music up the windows down, my broken house behind me and good things ahead, a girl named cathy wants a little of my time, six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking ah listen to the engine whine!
Commandante - The Mountain Goats
so put on your chairman mao coat
and let me clear my throat.
let’s turn this whole town upside-down
and shake it ‘til the coins come falling out of its pockets,
yeah put on your che guevara pin
call the troops on in
we’re gonna sail through the night sky like a pair of bottle rockets.
there are so many great mountain goats lyrics to think about. so so so so so many
from an artbook (formerly a copy of nancy drew and the secret of the old clock) that i worked in a lot over the summer during the lengthening hours barista-ing in a shitty southern coffee chain while the mountain goats were slowly becoming The Thing That I Lean On When I Am Weary; even though that was just a few months ago i already feel a vague and creeping sense of nostalgia for wiping down tables outside amid a humid alabama sunset to all hail west texas and the minty-bitter smell of my coworkers cigarettes and for the feelings and moments that made these pieces and yeah. yeah. mediums are fabric from an old pillowcase, thread, acrylic, ink, found plants, and ikea markers etc etc etc