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. |
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.
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
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.” |
Corpus Callosum, “Only Blue Eyes.” This is my song, tonight. Only imagine me singing it, about half-speed, sounding much sadder and drunker than I actually am. Well, drunker anyway.
Hear the train cryin’,
sounds lonesome as I am
Must be pinin’ away for a lost love
And hear the whistle blowin’
It sounds so alone
Must be a song for the girl that it dreams of
She must have blue eyes
Only blue eyes can break your heart that way…
Life is too short to live without poetry. If you’ve got soul, darling, then come on and show it me.
“
| — | Frank Turner |
