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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

By : Frank Yang at 3:16 pm
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