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Joe Briggs just brought it to my attention that you can sing the lyrics to “Breakfast At Tiffany’s” with any film title that has six syllables, and I am so excited right now. The possibilities are ENDLESS.

♪ And I said/what about/Cannibal Holocaust/
She said/I think I/remember the film♪

Mountain Goats lyrics that sound like Tumblr nightblogging:

woke up afraid of my own shadow

like genuinely afraid

At night when we go out to shows we’ll share one set of earplugs
I on the left
You on the right
Then one day when we both get old
We’ll have one good set of ears.

Insomniac Folklore, "Earplugs"

Song lyrics, or a love poem for a musician? Both.

I begged you not to go
I begged you
I pleaded
Claimed you as my only hope
And watched the floor as you retweeted

You and I are kinda like Romeo and Juliet, in that I’m romantic and sweet and you’re an immature loser with friends who are unreasonably violent.

The Doubleclicks, "Will They or Won’t They?"

As someone who twitches every time a song favorably compares the singer and their paramour to Romeo and Juliet, I greatly appreciate this lyric.

Okay so look, I’m 17-years-old, and you’re the last best thing I’ve got going. But then the special secret sickness starts to eat through you - what am I supposed to do?
"Dance Music," by John Darnielle, who is apparently a time traveler and so was able to read TFiOS before writing this song.
jenn-alessa:

Eros et Thanatos by Abigail Larson


I knew a ballerina once who thought that she was in love
but he was just a skeleton with hat atop cranium.

jenn-alessa:

Eros et Thanatos by Abigail Larson

I knew a ballerina once who thought that she was in love
but he was just a skeleton with hat atop cranium.

hunterholder:

Bourbon

I’m begging, someone please
Come take me back to New Orleans

hunterholder:

Bourbon

I’m begging, someone please

Come take me back to New Orleans

I said, ‘Peggy, won’t you stay here for awhile? We can drink whiskey, we can play cards, and we can get wild.’ She said, ‘We’ll play poker and we’ll play for keeps. I only play angels lately, and they never let me cheat.’

Frank Turner, “Peggy Sang the Blues,” in which Turner relates a visit from his late grandmother in his dreams.

When playing this song live, he sometimes tells a story about a time when he was 10 years old and playing cards with his grandmother, and winning. She asked him, “Have you ever drunk whiskey?” He said, “No, I’m only ten!” She replied, “Well, I think it’s time you started.” And this, he says, proves that she was awesome, because she was willing to get a ten-year-old drunk just to win at cards.

It’s good to be young, but let’s not kid ourselves
It’s better to pass on through those years
and come out the other side
with our hearts still beating
Having stared down demons
Come back breathing
John Darnielle, "You Were Cool."