He’d sell water to a drowning man
The Mountain Goats Hostages:
There’s a team up on the rooftop
Good luck to the team
When you know you’ll never make it out alive
You kind of get to live out your dream
I said, You see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
The Mountain Goats Tidal Wave:
“It’s not the mutiny that gets written down in the diary
It’s the manifest
Forgotten cargo in obsolete measurements
Anybody’s guess”
I need to investigate
From their album Getting into Knives.
From Chris Wood’s ‘None The Wiser’ -
“Someone’s daughter’s selling phone sex
Just to pay her student loan back,
She does her best to emulate the sound of choking…
It’s not the strongest that go forward
It’s the ones that can adapt -
You can bet Charles Darwin wasn’t joking…”
This verse really speaks to me, It’s like Julien Baker has been inside my head:
Blacked out on a weekday
Is there something that I’m trying to avoid
Start asking for forgiveness in advance
For all the future things I will destroy
That way I can ruin everything
When I do, you don’t get to act surprised
When it finally gets to be too much
I always told you, you could leave at any time
Until then I’ll split the difference
Between medicine and poison
Take what I can get away with
While it burns right through my stomach
I’m telling my own fortune
Something I cannot escape
I can see where this is going
But I can’t find the brake
Well the judge he holds a grudge
He’s gonna call on you
But he’s badly built
And he walks on stilts
Watch out he don’t fall on you
For some reason that song and particularly that verse has been an ear worm for me for days.
Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop
Top notch is my stock on the soap box
I’ve got more rhymes than I’ve got grey hairs
And that’s a lot because I’ve got my share