here's to happiness, freedom and life.

[sailor]

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january

the littlest man band, always sayin.

touch gloves, take your corners and come out fighting when the bell rings—
you don't get more points for all your suffering.

february

mother falcon, marfa.

you were seeing soft pale moons
closing their eyelids too soon.

march

cloud cult, take your medicine.

these are things that i keep hidden in my belly,
i can't see them but they control my life.
for a moment you could see right through me, see right through me—
help me make this right.
look at all those skeletons running from their closets,
get them in the light!

april

the mountain goats, going invisible 2.

count up the keepsakes in the cabinets, the keyboards and the chemistry sets.
look in the attic where the blinds are drawn— you won't find me, i'm gone.
i'm gonna burn it all down today, down today, okay.
i'm gonna burn it all down today and sweep all the ashes away.

may

the national, rylan.

rylan, you should try to get some sun.
there's a little bit of hell in everyone.

june

raleigh ritchie, time in a tree.

most days i struggle and i get snappy—
fuck all that, i just wanna be happy.

july

los campesinos!, as lucerne/the low.

i was solace to the sirens, the bait on the fisherman's rod.
the hook took me far from my family, but closer to god.
but the low is what i came for, and to bask in a darkness i do adore.

august

the talking heads, this must be the place.

home is where i want to be, pick me up and turn me around.
i feel numb, born with a weak heart— i guess i must be having fun.
the less we say about it, the better.
make it up as we go along.
feet on the ground, head in the sky,
it's okay, i know nothing's wrong.

september

daniel johnston, walking the cow.

lucky stars in your eyes.

october

yoke lore, goodpain.

grass stains cut my bloody knees.
it's good pain, it means i can't be phased.

november

bloc party, flux.

if your right hand is causing you pain, cut it off, cut it off.
if your colors have started to run, let them all run, run away from you.
there is lightning in this room above our heads, waiting to strike.
i'm a thinker, not a talker — put your faith, your faith in god.
we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair.
we must talk about our problems; we are in a state of flux.

december

pigpen theatre co., just like the sea.

you'd say, "don't hate the sea from the shore.
the ocean was here long before the land.
take my hand. come out here with me."