August 26, 2004

• this may just be the best song EVER (although white stripes hotel yorba’s pretty sweet too…):

  
  

  
  

  ‘No Children’ by the Mountain Goats (mp3)

  
  

  I hope that our few remaining friends
  give up on trying to save us.
  I hope we come out with a fail-safe 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,
  and 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.

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