I’m in the living room watching the watergate hearings while my stepfather yells at my mother, launches a glass across the room straight at her head. And I dash upstairs to take cover lean in close to my little record player on the floor, so this is what the volume knob’s for.
(Source: Spotify)
I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam
And no emotion that’s worth having could call my heart its home
My heart’s an autoclave.
Mountain Goats - Autoclave
This is incredibly relevant to right now. I loved that I found this post and it had the lyrics I wanted to put here, too.
(Source: glassandpetrol)
Mountain Goats - No Children
This is my audio post contribution for the day.
…yeah.
