cries this is so pretty and cool andniceandbvettterthen anythuingive wveer heward

Z + F (he’s long forgotten about me 💔)

screaming crying mitski is such a beautiful singer ahehjssh

let me put this song in my playlist MULTIPLE TIMES

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Laurel Hell

Working for the Knife

I Guess

That's Our Lamp

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

Star

The Deal

Buffalo Replaced

Heaven

In Sixths

LYRICS

Sous un ciel d’étoiles brisées, je t’appelle
Ton ombre s’effrite dans la brume cruelle
Chaque vent murmure un éclat de ton rire
Mais ton absence m’engloutit, je ne peux m’enfuir

Ton absence est un océan où je me noie
Un amas de cendres qui brûle en moi
Maman, ton éclat s’est perdu dans la nuit
Je suis un phare éteint, seul dans l’oubli

Tes mots dansaient comme des feuilles d’automne
Sur mon cœur d’enfant, ils chantaient ton psaume
Mais ton absence les vole, les disperse en poussière
Et je cherche ton souffle dans les ombres d’hier

Ton absence est un océan où je me noie
Un amas de cendres qui brûle en moi
Maman, ton éclat s’est perdu dans la nuit
Je suis un phare éteint, seul dans l’oubli

Si mes larmes pouvaient tisser une aile
Je volerais vers toi, d'étoile en  étoile
Ton absence est une aile arrachée
Maman, sans toi, mon ciel s’est effacé

Ton absence est une mer qui agite mes rêves
Ta lumière s’éteigne, mais l’amour se soulève
Maman, je te porte dans mes veines toujours
Un chant dans le vide, un éternel amour

Ton absence, Maman

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.

Heaven

Mitski

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