/lit/ - Literature

She's lovely.

Would cut out my heart just to please her.

>>14342181
And there was a booming above you
That night, black airplanes flew over the sea
And they were lowing and shifting like
Beached whales
Shelled snails
As you strained and you squinted to see
The retreat of their hairless and blind cavalry
You froze in your sand shoal
Prayed for your poor soul
Sky was a bread roll, soaking in a milk-bowl
And when the bread broke, fell in bricks of wet smoke
My sleeping heart woke, and my waking heart spoke
And there was a silence you took to mean something
Run, sing
For alive you will evermore be
And the plague of the greasy black engines a-skulkin'
Has gone east
While you're left to explain them to me
Released from their hairless and blind cavalry
With your hands in your pockets, stubbily running
To where I'm unfresh, undressed and yawning
Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking?
You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking

>when you tell lyricsplebs how it is by far the least important part of music

>>14342183
It was a dark dream, darlin', it's over
The firebreather is beneath the clover
Beneath his breathing there is cold clay, forever
A toothless hound-dog choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
And the string sobbed, as it cut through the hustling breeze
And I watched how the water was kneading so neatly
Gone treacly
Nearly slowed to a stop in this heat
In a frenzy coiling flush along the muscles beneath
Press on me, we are restless things
Webs of seaweed are swaddling
And you call upon the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song, before my heart had time to hush it!
Smell of a stone fruit being cut and being opened
Smell of a low and of a lazy cinder smoking
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
I was the last one?

>>14342191
Its more or less important depending on the music, brainlet.
>>14342192
>>14342183
Scrape your knee; it is only skin
Makes the sound of violins
And when I cut your hair, and leave the birds all of the trimmings
I am the happiest woman among all women
And the shallow
Water
Stretches as far as I can see
Knee-deep, trudging along
The seagull weeps "so long"
Humming a threshing song
Until the night is over
Hold on!
Hold on!
Hold your horses back from the fickle dawn
I have got some business out at the edge of town
Candy weighing both of my pockets down
'Til I can hardly stay afloat, from the weight of them
And knowing how the common-folk condemn
What it is I do, to you, to keep you warm
Being a woman, being a woman
But always up the mountainside you're clambering
Groping blindly, hungry for anything
Picking through your pocket linings, well, what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?
I see the blossoms broke and wet after the rain
Little sister, he will be back again
I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain
Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance gone now, dead and done
Be a woman, be a woman

>>14342197
Though we felt the spray of the waves
We decided to stay till the tide rose too far
We weren't afraid, 'cause we know what you are
And you know that we know what you are
Awful atoll
Oh, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow
Bawl, bellow
Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a bow
Toddle and roll
Teeth an impalpable bit of leather
While yarrow, heather and hollyhock
Awkwardly molt along the shore
Are you mine?
My heart?
Mine anymore?
Stay with me for awhile
That's an awfully real gun
I know life will lay you down
As the lightning has lately done
Failing this, failing this
Follow me, my sweetest friend
To see what you anointed in pointing your gun there
Lay it down, nice and slow
There is nowhere to go, save up
Up where the light, undiluted, is weaving in a drunk dream
At the sight of my baby, out back
Back on the patio watching the bats bring night in
While, elsewhere, estuaries of wax-white
Wend, endlessly, towards seashores unmapped
Last week our picture window produced a half-word
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake

>>14342202
I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace
Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place
Said "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you
And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"
Then in my hot hand
She slumped her sick weight
We tramped through the poison oak
Heartbroke and inchoate
The dogs were snapping
And you cuffed their collars
While I climbed the tree-house
Then how I hollered
Well, she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two
Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew
While, back in the world that moves, often
According to the hoarding of these clues
Dogs still run roughly around
Little tufts of finch-down
And the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland
But his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless
While down in the lowlands the crops are all coming
We have everything
Life is thundering blissful towards death
In a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness
You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got gone when I got wise
But I can't with certainty say we survived
Then down, and down
And down, and down
And down, and deeper
Stoke without sound
The blameless flames
You endless sleeper

>>14342207
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
And why would you say
I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me
'Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert with no shoes on
I love you truly, or I love no-one
Fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one
Last one
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you

>>14342211
Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within
Sleeped through the things that couldn't have been if you hadn't have been
And when the fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
And why would you say
I was the last one?
All my bones they are gone, gone, gone
Take my bones, I don't need none
Cold, cold cupboard, lord, nothing to chew on
Suck all day on a cherry stone
Dig a little hole, not three inches round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me
'Till up grow a fine young cherry tree
Well when the bough breaks, what'll you make for me?
A little willow cabin to rest on your knee
What'll I do with a trinket such as this?
Think of your woman, who's gone to the west
But I'm starving and freezing in my measly old bed
Then I'll crawl across the salt flats to stroke your sweet head
Come across the desert with no shoes on
I love you truly, or I love no-one
Fire moves away
Fire moves away, son
Why would you say
That I was the last one
Last one
Clear the room! There's a fire, a fire, a fire
Get going, and I'm going to be right behind you
And if the love of a woman or two, dear
Couldn't move you to such heights, then all I can do
Is do, my darling, right by you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6UUe3Q54qFg

>>14342112
Cringe.

>>14342301
cringe

>>14342306
based

>Joanna Newsom

>>14342112
Reminder that each of her albums since Ys correspond to one of Joyce's novels.

>>14342197
It is always the least important part.

That scent says more in memory
Do I dare disturb universe, tempted to mend the pathways atrophied in dead end corners impose upon my egoist neurology. All stares fixed on her black widow fingertips
Dare I disturb the universe, recall that life in a singe verse, measured out and then forsaken of skin? A faint digression(repression) Come hither, you gracious no-name. Come hither, you bold disguise. replaced by precious memoirs that since has enticed memory of nails painted so prettily. senses allured distracting... unaware of the death sentence stricken on your palm like cross hairs disguised as a lifeline, diminished abruptly one verse at a lifetime
Ad hoc, ad hoc, trezore-in memory that scent says more
Ad hoc, ad hoc, anno domini-that scent says more in memory
Analytical observation of what resulted from a clotted vein raises the questions of your friends and your lovers. Tell us the truth were you gutted from the inside, torn apart, spread anew? Tell us the truth. Under the hemorrhaging- which will hurt worse? when you applied the brakes
Antithesis, antithesis. As savage the romance as our next day stiff necks. A spiders grace in a flick of your wrist
Antithesis, antithesis. In memory. Savage our refusal to look left, when it felt so right. Come hither! That scent says more in memory, that scent works to disguise the stench of a crash and burn. I抣l be the first one to admit, in a minute there is time. I indulged in your existence and dissolved like a gun smoke caress on your silken web. Rise like the flames in a scene from the end

Etherized by indifference T-Minus seventeen years and counting
I抣l be the first one to admit that I indulged in your existence
Etherized, t-minus seventeen years and counting

How do you think she comes?

>>14342486
Then why are Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan at the top of the list of both normies and patrician?

"We proudly welcome
Tony Orlando"
The state fair marquee reads
Inside, a thousand people with yellow ribbons sing
And clap on 1 and 3
Watch him burn
He's dropping to his knees
Watch him burn
A medley: hits from "Grease"
Watch him burn
He never fails to please
Meanwhile, in Tahoe, outside Casa Tony
Wetting rags in gasoline
A jealous Frankie Valli says:
"Dawn, I want you back"
Lights a match and counts to three
Watch it burn
Reluctantly, he leaves
Watch it burn
Acrid smoke making him wheeze
Watch it burn
Humming Sherry splits the scene
Watch it burn
Reluctantly, he leaves
Watch it burn
Acrid smoke making him wheeze
Watch it burn
Humming Sherry splits the scene
"We're sorry to inform you
Tony Orlando has been postponed"

>>14342568
I followed you foolishly
You were in a smoky bar, you were out to breathe
Sat alone inside my car, it was nearly four
Couldn't wait for you all night, so I broke the door
I was gonna spend the night, could'a been O.K.
We were gonna talk all night 'till I went away
Remember how we used to say, "Can't stay away"
A minute later and I'm older now, I can't stay away
I'm driving by your parents' farm in the Chevrolet
I remember that rusty car like it was yesterday
Saw my brother driving by the other day
Wish that I go out to him, but he drove away
Saw my sister standing there, accepting blame
Then I thought about nothing but it feels the same.
Another day come and gone
Don't think I can ever sing that song
Little secrets that we bring along
I'm taking my time trailing behind the part of you
Another day come and gone
Don't think I can ever sing that song
Little secrets we bring along
Today is the day,
Today is the day I think of you
Another day come and gone
Don't think I wanna sing that song
It's always trouble that makes us strong
Today is the day,
Today is the day I think of you

>>14342112
Too bad she married a jew

>>14342466
Do tell

>>14342112
That’s fucking terrible

>>14342615
No it isnt. Post something better.

>>14342612
Why would who she married matter? Also, why is there something wrong with marrying a jewish person? /pol/ does not understand art or litterature at all, so unless you have extremely good reasons for making such a dumb comment, you can shut up.

>>14342553
From root to branches tip. Quivers.

>>14342384
cringe

i like the guy from the national, he's just the right amount of almost making sense but also it seems like a metaphor for something for my tastes

>It's so easy to set off
>The molecules and the caplets
>They all have something against me
>Nothing I do makes me feel different

>This one's like your sister's best friends
>In a bath calling you to join them
>Can't avoid them
>This one's like your mother's arms
>When she was young and sunburned in the '80s
>It lasts forever

>The more level they have me
>The more I cannot stand me
>I have helpless friendships
>And bad taste in liquids

>This one's like the wilderness without the world
>I'm gonna miss those longs nights with the windows open
>I keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning
>Like a baby

>It's just the lights coming on
>It's just the lights coming on

>I have no positions
>No point of view or vision
>I'm just trying to stay in touch with
>Anything I'm still in touch with

>The sky's getting white
>I can't find a lighter anywhere I'm going crazy
>But I'm not crazy
>Put your heels against the wall
>I swear you got a little bit taller since I saw you
>I'll still destroy you

>It's just the lights coming on
>It's just the lights coming on

>>14343044
I've always thought this about the National in particular since Boxer, which is why I like them. They get written off as pretentious sad drunk dad music but the lyrics are relatively down to earth and personal with just enough metaphor and floruish to give it a nice overall feel.

>>14343065
yeah he has knack for latching onto little turns of phrases that really hit home even when you're not sure exactly why

>>14342191
>>14342486
I dunno man take a look at a song such as After the Flood by Talk Talk (RIP Mark Hollis). Clearly in this song the lyrics are not the important part. They are just random prophet babble about respecting the dead and your own life, but there's nothing visionary within them as the music itself is clearly the visionary part. But then take for instance Jeff Mangum who is unironically a visionary in terms of lyrics but musically not doing anything too crazy, just playing some chords. I revere both Mark Hollis and Jeff Mangum equally but their music is focused on completely different things.

>>14342112
She seems unhinged. Crazy sociopath.

>>14342112
FUCK OFF TO /MU/ PLEBS

>>14343009
based

>>14342466
How?

>>14343165
What do you mean?

>>14343188
I read more than you.

>>14343214
Reading can't improve your taste in music.

>>14343214
>I read more than you
I extremely doubt that, regardless this is /lit/. These “is [media] lit?” Threads are boring and full of pleb faggots. Go to the board specifically for music.

>>14343227
I already have gread taste in music, so whatever.

>>14343231
>These “is [media] lit?” Threads
Good is it that this isnt that kind of thread then. Every sane person agrees that music can, and generally is, /lit/.

>>14343238
Music is music, literature is literature, stop shitting up the board. People are here to talk about literature not jack off over Joanna Newsom

>>14343247
>Music is music, literature is literature
Thats literally just a tautology. Doesnt say anything about whether music can be lit or not. If you look at chinese or greek poetry, it would usually be set to music. If you think talking about lyrics is haram, while talking about "poetry" is kosher, you are a pseud, sorry. There is no difference. If you think there is, write it out.

>>14343283
There is a board for you to discuss modern music. Ancient Chinese and Greek poetry may have been set to music at one point in time but it is no longer consumed that way. It is read. No one reads Joanna Newsom’s lyrics and doesn’t listen to her music.

>>14343316
>Ancient Chinese and Greek poetry may have been set to music at one point in time but it is no longer consumed that way. It is read.

Wrong. If you see any of these works performed it will be to music, at least partly. Thats the way it is INTENDED to be consumed. Sure, a lot of people might read them, even without pronouncing the words, but thats not how its intended to be listened to /experienced.

If we go by that standard I can literally just say "this thread is dedicated only to the lyrics of Joanna Newsoms songs, without any relation to her music" and you would have to concede that they're /lit/. Or you'd have to concede that what is and isnt /lit/ is determined by the whims of the people who browse /lit/ which probably also would mean that Joanna Newsom is /lit/, and that a whole bunch of objectively /lit/ stuff isnt /lit/.

Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me occupy my brain?

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late

>>14343238
No you don't. Probably like Trout Mask

>>14343388
I dont even know who that is, but ok.

>>14342181
She’s getting shallow-dicked by the guy who sang I’m On A Boat. Kate Bush knockoff and total bore.

>>14343417
Explain her similarity to Kate Bush besides having a somewhat strange high-pitched voice

>>14343417
Nothing like Kate Bush and if you actually listened to their albums you'd know that. Maybe Joanna's first two albums can be likened to Kate Bush, but that's as far as it goes.

>>14343316
Then why was I reading a Dickinson collection last night and comparing it to https://joannanewsomlyrics.com/? Every person that I have convinced to listen to Joanna have been grad students or performing musicians that were blown away by just her lyrics.

Joanna Newsom is up there with the bard and Dickinson I'm terms of sheer poetic texture.

>>14343457
Imagine being upset at someone's genuine love, marriage, and child.

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me
>Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful all in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing
When you still believed in me

>>14343065
Boxer is fucking gooood

Eros and Thanatos are brances on the same old tree
Rooted in the soil of shadow and light
If God was separated from the dark twin, the Devil
Could he ever know the soul of mankind?

We want a new god called Abraxas!

Enter the Pleroma and see that nothingless is all
And you must destroy a world to be born
Alpha and Omega are the beginning and the end
United in the shape of Abraxas

>>14343544
DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE DEE
LA LALALALA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAA

Do you guys like julia holter? This album was influenced by medieval art

>>14344038
I do

>>14344086
me too :)

>>14342112
ahhh. This is my favorite Jonna Newsom song.

every time I hear a mourning dove outside, it instantly begins playing in my head.

>>14342677
yes it is. and no.

Are we to speak, first day of the week
Stumbling words at the bar
Beauty blue eyes, my order of fries
Long Island kindness and wine
Beloved of John, I get it all wrong
I read you for some kind of poem
Covered in lines, the fossils I find
Have they no life of their own?

So can we pretend, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead

Such a waste, your beautiful face
Stumbling carpet arise
Go follow your gem, your white feathered friend
Icarus, point to the sun
If history speaks of two baby teeth
I’m painting the hills blue and red
They said beware, Lord, hear my prayer
I’ve wasted my throes on your head

So can we be friends, sweetly
Before the mystery ends?
I love you more than the world can contain
In its lonely and ramshackle head
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead

I’m holding my breath
My tongue on your chest
What can be said of my heart?
If history speaks, the kiss on my cheek
Where there remains but a mark
Beloved, my John, so I’ll carry on
Counting my cards down to one
And when I am dead, come visit my bed
My fossil is bright in the sun

So can we contend, peacefully
Before my history ends?
Jesus, I need you, be near me, come shield me
From fossils that fall on my head
There’s only a shadow of me; in a matter of speaking, I'm dead

>>14342677
https://youtu.be/iYWGiNLbmhs

>>14343214
>What do you mean?
Something wicked in her face idk

Tricked into some fodder about this oasis.
This conversation of new beginning.
Having enlightening talks over common interests.
Chained together (forever) to push onto the celebrated platform.
I've boarded myself inside. I've refused to exit.
There is no ocean for me. There is no glamour.
Only the mirage of water ascending from the asphalt.
I gaze at it from the oven of my home.
Confined to a house that never remains clean.
To a bed where the ill never get well.
I cough ceaselessly into the night.
The remainder of my humanity is drifting spit through the cold.
Sitting quietly in scorching reimagined suburbia

the texture of the guitar and vocals just makes this all the more harrowing

>>14345776
my personal favorite from these lads:

Listening to muffled footsteps
Of those brushing
Reaching grasses
Seeing the last letters of my name
Seeing the last letters of my name
Faded and shy
Imagining us clasping hands in holiday
Imagining us clasping hands in holiday
Imagining you growing older
Growing somehow more beautiful
Imagining you growing older
Somehow more beautiful
Surrounded by your children
And children's
Children
The midnight blue
The midnight blue of your calmness
Evening chamomile
Surrounded by
All your children's children
The midnight blue
Of your calmness
Evening chamomile
Eyes as a morning rosewater
Eyes as a morning rosewater
I'm
I'm shrinking into your gown
Tearing the pink linen of your belly
Burying into your abdomen
And sewing the seam of your skin
I'm
I'm shrinking into your gown
Tearing the pink linen of your belly
Burying into your abdomen
And sewing the seam of your skin
Crawl

>>14343878
I LOOOOOOVE YOU JESUUUUUUUUUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTY

JEEEEEEEEEEEEESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIST I LOOOOOVE YOUUUUUU

I know another freak her name's Joanne
I always get the pussy cause I know I can
Finest bitch around, ain't got no man
Every time she cross my mind I go fuck her again
She's like another bitch named Christina
Bitch so dumb, I named her "misdemeanor"
Cause it had to be a crime to be that dumb
I took her to my house and she let me cum in her mouth
You know I did all that shit
She got my number, if she beep me, I'm gonna call that bitch
And go dig in them guts like a gardener
If she starts screaming I'm gonna fuck the bitch harder

she's insufferable

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who could they get to carry you?

>>14347710
cringe

>>14342112
Someone post the gif of her ass already.

>>14342112
This is a true story btw, you can google "jacob baryla" or "pride march 15 year old crucifix poland" for more information.

My brethren let me sing you of, for all whose ears are keen;
A lad who fought degeneracy, in the year twenty-nineteen.
Hero Jacob Baryła, from the Polish city Płock
Who with a single crucifix, got a Pride parade to stop!

He held the Cross for all to see, and didn’t hide his faith
He blocked the march of reprobates, upon that August day.
He looked the marchers in the eyes, yet stood there strong and proud,
And didn't move until at last three cops did take him down.

Let there be many like him more, who hold their crosses high,
Who dare to stand for righteousness as rainbow banners fly.
Who refuse to watch on silently, the destruction of the west,
For surely we must know that, these people are the blessed!
For surely we must know that, these people... are the blessed!

>>14348714
Thats cringe though. Pride marches are also cringe, but being a boomer going to a pride march with a cross, then getting taken down by police is useless time-wasting you only do if you want to make your life feel like it has meaning, even if he actually stopped the march, it would still be time wasted, because it wouldnt affect pride on a societal level.

>>14342614
>>14343196
Ys: A five part fictionalized autobiography.
HOOM: A three part, eighteen song account/retelling of Molly Bloom/Penelope's experience.
Divers: So obviously based on Finnegans Wake that I need not elaborate.

>>14348560
Double cringe yikes you.

>>14343188
This unironically

I think I see
An altered beast by the tree, oh

Take a peek
If you would dare
Half made of man
Half of bear

He came from underneath
I met an altered beast

I think I see
An altered beast by the creek, oh

Altered face
And altered skin
Altered horde
Of altered kin

He came from underneath
I met an altered beast

I think I see
An altered beast in my dreams

In a dream, you can wake in your bed without pain
But know with conviction, it's here you'll remain

I met an altered beast

With an unsteady gait, the critter moves forth
Feel his rhythm as he tramples the earth
And you stare at his figure, stupefied in dread
As his gaze locks to yours and bores into your head
And the pulse is so loud on the inside of your brain
And you find that your feet are stuck to the terrain
Closer he comes, making dust out of stone
Forsaken you are, and what's more, all alone

I think I see
An altered beast by the tree, oh

I met an altered beast

A SATISFIED MIND

How many times have you heard someone say
If I had his money I could do things my way
But little they know that is so hard to find one rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
Once I was waiting in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it's happened I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind

Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times compared to the man with a satisfied mind
When life has ended my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones I'll leave there's no doubt
But there's one thing for certain when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind

she should just give up singing
she has a terrible voice
simply write

>>14342612
She's one herself

>>14343154
I hereby present thee a (you) because I liked your insightful comment and the examples you picked to prove your point.

>tfw two-headed boy pt 2.

John martyn has simple but great lyrics and wonderful music

>>14342112
I saw her preform this song live and end it with "Tran-Sending" and transitioned right into Anecdotes. Beautiful.

>>14351702
The album is supposed to loop as well

>>14344038
Yes, this is great stuff

>>14353284
Oh yes, listening to the album I knew that and always wondered if an edit would work. So to hear it actually done live was something.

I love Divers and Ys, but I have a hard time getting into The Milk-Eyed Mender and Have One on Me