I FORGOT MY AIRPODS WEAR ON FULL VOLUME HOLY SHIT.

say your name in hopes you’ll hear it in the 💫’s

MY FAVOURITE MITSKI SONG 💔💔💔💔

this is my gf’s favorite song (i miss her so much) (i haven’t seen her in 5 minutes)

Mitski

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

decided to make a re-edit version for the spring, even though this song is ideal for the fall. original version found here: https://soundcloud.com/david-attic/turning

ⓣⓤⓡⓝⓘⓝⓖ (spring forward edit)

Puberty 2

A Loving Feeling

A Burning Hill

Happy

Dan the Dancer

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

Townie

Last Words of a Shooting Star

Once More to See You

Thursday Girl

Fireworks

Your Best American Girl

Carry Me Out

Be the Cowboy

Old Friend

Pink in the Night

Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

Carry Me Out

Mitski

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