Wednesday, January 8th, 2003
No Children
In lieu of anything interesting to say, I am posting some wonderful Mountain Goats lyrics. It’s even better in song – get Tallahassee. Nuff said.
“I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it’s already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again in my life
I hope I lie and tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die”
— John Darnielle, “No Children”
np – The Mountain Goats / Tallahassee
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