@maya-rai-963458789 it’s been a year now again 😵😭

Its been you and me. Since before i was me

this song is like a lullaby. it's relaxing and it somehow always manages to calm me down. sad yet peaceful. makes me tired every time i listen to it and i love it

I guess this is the end between our relationship😕

“Without you I don’t yet know quite how to live.” in tears.

how is this song not more popular, how is this beautiful song in the top tracks. wow oh wow this is beautiful mitski, thank you

plz mitski i love this song🙁☹️☹️

you and i

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Wife

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Laurel Hell

I Guess

Fool   Boa

Twilight

Duvet

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

Star

I Love Me After You

1234

I Wait for You

Break

Tear Me Apart

Buy Song

The King's Banquet

Chants of Nature

Twilight - Bôa

Be the Cowboy

Two Slow Dancers

Mitski - Class of 2013

Real Men - Mitski

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.

I Guess

Mitski

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