I love DCFC. From early days to now. There is a overall feel to their discography that is touching, sad, sensitive and markedly honest. It’s like a beautiful decay set to music.
Ben Gibbard has one of my favorite voices. It has a way of soothing me like a lullaby, which makes sense since have fallen asleep to their music on more than one occasion.
I knew about nearly all of these. But, this is a great list for those endulging their shoe fetish in a cruelty free manner.
“Emotional Champ” from New Buffalo’s Somewhere, anywhere.
Don’t we all want this on some level?
I can’t help but smile whenever I see cat or dog prints permanently etched in the sidewalk.
Ditto, indeed.
“Made for Glory” - Landon Pigg, The Boy Who Never
I love this. I have become an instant fan.
I am unemployed after working my tail to the bone for almost 5 years. The same thing happened at my previous employer 5 years ago. One corporate. One non-profit. There is no loyalty anymore. So, you have to do it - work - for how it makes you feel inside. I didn’t do that for nearly a decade.
Today is the first day of being unemployed.
Today is the first day of many new things.
Today is the first day of finding happiness.
Neighbor: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for her to talk to me.
Neighbor: Her? (puzzled face)
Me: Elle….She will someday.
Neighbor: You are a weirdo.Dog owners….don’t you ever think one day yours might just say something back?
The answer is “yes.” Until then, we will communicate telepathically.
Bug and Apple are quite literally close to my heart.
“Black & Blue” - Chris Garneau, Music for Tourists
Air-conditioning is cold.
Summer’s hot and love is old.
I wish I was smaller,
a little creepy-crawler.
There’s lovers’ sin in this town.
Lovers cannot lay down.
The summer’s hot as hell here, you know.
If we think we can drink now,
we won’t stop ‘cause we don’t know how.
It’s cold, but we love how it feels so right.
I’ll sweat it all out. You sweat a lot too.
We hurt the same, the same black and blue.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
I wanna catch my death of cold.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
‘cause I’m scared of growing old.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
don’t return the love I gave.
Oh-oh, oh, oh,
you’re still my favorite.
Troubles win in this town.
Troubles don’t turn upside down.
They shit on the last bit of fun.
There’s sin all around.
Yeah, lovers cannot lay down,
and the winter wears and tears at our bones.
At night, he lays awake
and his heart aches
‘cause it’s cold.
He sweats it out all the night through.
Then, he throws up all over me and you.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
I wanna catch my death of cold.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
‘cause I’m scared of growing old.
Oh-oh, oh-oh,
don’t return the love I gave.
Oh-oh, oh, oh,
you’re still my favorite.
Air-conditioning is cold.
Summer’s hot and love is old.
I was I was even smaller,
a little creepy-crawler.
I will have baby rats within 1 week.