Joanna Newsom - Baby Birch (Live at Le Trianon)
Temperature | Sean Paul
Potential Breakup Song | Aly & AJ
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn’t be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a place like this?
Why don’t you just get into my car
And I’ll take you away
I’ll take that kiss now
Robyn - "Dancing On My Own" (Acoustic Version)
the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland,
but his hand, in my hand, made them hale and harmless
while down in the lowlands, the crops are all coming;
we have everything.
life is thundering blissful towards death
in a stampede
of his fumbling green gentleness
Luke and I were looking at Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights and discovered, much to our amusement, music written upon the posterior of one of the many tortured denizens of the rightmost panel of the painting which is intended to represent Hell. I decided to transcribe it into modern notation, assuming the second line of the staff is C, as is common for chants of this era.
so yes this is LITERALLY the 600-years-old butt song from hell