I can’t find it anywhere. If you have a copy, PLEASE let me know!
the mountain goats is john darnielle and also sometimes peter hughes and jon wurster
The Mountain Goats: Twin Human Highway Flares
Album: Full Force Galesburg (1997)
You turned to me and asked me if I’d always be your boy
As we drove across the river into Western Illinois
And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel
Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails
Wind in your hair all right
Sunset spilling through the rear window
Your white t-shirt hugging your shoulders, beaded with sweat
On the day that I become so forgetful
That all of this melts away
I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down
To such a worthless day
As we walked across the parking lot toward the motel office
We were walking with a benediction on us
Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky
Like a monument to desperation two floors high
A mile and a half from the river
We went back to the car to get our overnight bags
Sunset spilling through your earrings, all over your body
When we shut the motel room door behind us we knew we’d hit the motherlode
On the day that I forget you I hope my heart explodes
I can’t find it anywhere. If you have a copy, PLEASE let me know!
The Mountain Goats: Going to Japan
Album: Hot Garden Stomp (1993)
There’s a North wind coming in
And there’s a West wind coming in
And there’s an East wind coming in
And there’s a strong wind blowing in from the South
And there’s a sweet metallic taste in my mouth
There’s a dead feeling lingering over the wind
And there’s a one-way ticket in my hot little hand
And I’m kissing your eyelids and I’m going to Japan
There’s life and liberty on my tongue
And there’s a dead silence where the wind chimes hung
And on some mountain somewhere in the world it’s snowing
But here in the fields there’s not a thing growing
Maybe next year, ya know, there is a way of knowing
There’s wind coming in from all directions
There’s a coat on my shoulders, midnight connections
And I’m kissing you and leaving you behind in the sand
I’m holding you a while and then I’m going to Japan
The Mountain Goats: Fault Lines
Album: All Hail West Texas (2002)
Down here where the heat’s so fine
I’ll drink to your health and you drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia
We got chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
But none of the money we spend seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian racecar
They don’t make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivilous spending
It’s gone on like this for three years I guess
And we’re drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
Is stumbling across its bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
Yeah the fights and the lies that we both love to tell
Fail to send our love to its reward down in Hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la La, hey hey
Anonymous asked: Why do you personally like the Mountain Goats? Why are you doing this? What have they done for your life?
Oh man, what a loaded question. I like to think I’m a fairly well-versed music fan, with tastes that stretch across genres from standard indie fare to shrieking black metal to experimental hip-hop to throbbing electronic dance music. I’m listening to music constantly, whether I’m driving or walking to class or doing any sort of schoolwork (it should be mentioned that I’m a senior in college). That said, no music has ever spoken to me like The Mountain Goats do, and this has remained true since I first heard them 6 years ago (when I was 16). I barely listen to most of the music I did when I was 16 these days but John & co. are still on regular rotation. Their music has eerily tracked my way through the rise and fall of several relationships, friendships, and life’s general trials and travails. There always seems to be a song that fits perfectly with whatever I’m feeling, and rather than having to shift my emotions to sync up with a song, John just says it better than I ever could on my own. That make any sense? I dunno, why are you following this blog? The Mountain Goats are fucking wonderful and unique and they’ve got a massive discography that not even I have made it all the way through, I dig the Tumblr community, and this seemed like a cool way to connect with other fans and explore some deep tracks. What have they done for YOUR life?
The Mountain Goats: There Will Be No Divorce
Album: The Coroner’s Gambit (2000)
The rain fell all night and it kept me awake
It was still falling by morning
It was hard to take
And you were sleeping on the floor
Breathing free and even
If I ever want to drive myself insane
All I have to do is watch you breathing
And at 5am I turned the radio on,
And an old mans voice sang a short sweet song
And then the static roared again hungry for blood
I heard the rain falling from the rain spout
Down down into the sweet wet mud
And you punched out all the windows
And the wind began to wail
And you gathered your hair behind your head
Like God was gonna catch you by the pony tail
And then the old voice crackled through the static
And I felt young and alive
And the hair stood up on the back of my neck
We were rising from the grave, yeah yeah
The Mountain Goats: Black Molly
Album: Bitter Melon Farm (1999)
Black mollies in the aquarium
Darting back and forth as though an earthquake were certain
And I turned up the heater
And I ripped off my shirt
And I grabbed hold of my stereo
And I threw it out the window
You were in town again
You’d come around again
You were dragging me down again with you
Siamese fish flashing like sparklers
It started to rain
And the telephone rang a couple of times
I put a bullet through its cold dead brain
And I got out my photographs of you
And I put bullets though all of them too
You were in town again
You’d come around again
You were dragging me down again with you
Yeah
It’s been WAY too long since I posted. Sorry sorry sorry. Starting again.
