This song makes me a little bit homesick, just because I suspect I know where three thousand miles away from New York is. Or well -- you all know where that is (Chino). (Well -- Claremont, more likely.)
Proper names in "From TG&Y":
- Safeway
- Indian Hill
- Folger's
- New York
Things ingested in "From TG&Y":
- spray paint (some cans)
- Folger's crystals
- hard-boiled eggs
Things egested in "From TG&Y":
- blood
(- small resentments)
Hang onto your dreams (un)til:
- someone makes you let them go
- someone beats them out of you
- there's nothing left of them
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WHO
Like you, we are Mountain Goats fans.
WHAT
The correct word is "œuvreblog." We do not like this word. It makes us feel pretentious.
Nevertheless, this is a Mountain Goats œuvreblog. It is BYOB, but we do have hors d'œuvres, as well as every other kind of edible œuvre.
Nevertheless, this is a Mountain Goats œuvreblog. It is BYOB, but we do have hors d'œuvres, as well as every other kind of edible œuvre.
WHEN
Every day, one or both of us will post about a Mountain Goats song. Sometimes this will include weekend days. Other times it will not.
OTHER NOTES
In this blog, John Darnielle (the lead singer, lyricist and overall genius behind the Mountain Goats) will be referred to as the Alpha Cabra (which translates to "Head Goat"). Sometimes this will be respectfully abbreviated to "A.C."
2 comments:
Sad, haunting and stunningly beautiful. The first time I heard it I felt like crawling into into a ball behind the sofa for the rest of my life surviving solely on crumbs and hard liquor.
thuc, can we trade links?
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