Best song, best line, best lyric right now

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

So good.
 
you, you can be mean. and i, ill drink all the time <3
 
Well, I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well

You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold
The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company, not at the center, the center of the world

When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare
I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare

You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind
Your pain is no credential here, it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound

I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need
You say you've gone away from me but I can feel you when you breathe

Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor
You don't love me quite so fiercely now when you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, beloved, it is your flesh that I wear
 
And I
Seventeen and terminally fey
I wrote it down and threw it all away
Never gave a thought to what I paid
And you
All sibylline, reclining in your pew
You tattered me, you tethered me to you
The things you would and wouldn't do
To tell the truth I never had a clue​
 
but you are an artist and your mind dont work the way you want it to / one day youll be washing yourself with hand soap in a public bathroom / and youll be saying how did i get here where the hell am i

the front bottoms - maps
 
a song for watching your father die at the age of twenty two. this was written ryan ross who i have great affection for as his dad passed in hospice

"The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back

You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency

This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again

Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back, bababada
You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events"

i know it repeats but thats the point, its never ending until it does and when it does some selfish part of you wishes it hadnt. its also set to panicky uptempo music that just adds to the racing pulse until it fades out to nothing


a shame he retired after only two albums as he was such a fantastic lyricist and has written some of my favorite lines. i scold myself mentally with "house of composure where is your posture all the time when im feeling weak"
 
hey diane

i know that i f#cked up

its just that when we lost the baby i knida shut off

and i know that i didnt listen

i wasnt there for you enough

i know im a f#ck up

and if i stay here long enough maybe the bugs would east me whole

and if i stayed here long enough maybe the night would take me home

but i wont let go

even if you say so

no i wont let go
 
Still loving zero dark thirty

"Moral compass all batshit,

Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets,

Are you supporting artist in me or enabling the addict in me,

I guess it matters to me,

I wish it mattered to you,

How a thousand virtues kick the same bucket as thousand Chinatown turtles"


Me likey like
 
I see party lines drawn but I'm a wallflower / i dont like to exercise my power
 
I broke my phone because you won't f@ckin tell me when you're comin home
 
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