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Sunflower

mitski - liquid smooth

Touch Up

Oh Ana

Mama's Boy

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl (From "I Saw the TV Glow")

BRAT

Charm out now

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Credits:
Written By: Claire Cottrill, Leon Michels, and Marco Benevento
Produced By: Leon Michels and Claire Cottrill
Claire Cottrill: Vocals, Mouth Trumpet
Leon Michels: Bass, Synths, Saxophone
Marco Benevento: Piano, Synths
Lee Falco: Drums, Percussion
Dave Guy: Trumpet

Lyrics:
Oooh, oooooh

Come to me slowly,
It’s when you talk close enough
that I feel it on my skin,
Breathe it in

Most of these days
(Most of these days)
I don’t get too intimate
Why would I let you in?
(Why would I let you in?)
But, I think again

I don’t even try,
I don’t have to think
With you there’s pretending

You know me,
You know me
And I just might know you too
Know you

Come to me ready

(You make me wanna)
Go dancing
(You make me wanna)
Try on feminine
(You make me wanna)
Go buy a new dress
(You make me wanna)
Slip off a new dress

Don’t even try,
I don’t have to think
With you there’s no pretending

You know me,
You know me
And I just might know you too
Know you

Come to me slowly

Juna

Never for Ever

Army Dreamers

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

First Love/Late Spring

I Don't Smoke

Puberty 2

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Francis Forever

Father John Misty's new song "Disappointing Diamonds Are the Rarest of Them All" is off of his upcoming album, "God's Favorite Customer," out June 1st on Sub Pop and Bella Union. 

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LYRICS:

Like a pervert on a crowded bus the glare of love bears down on us Like a carcass left out in the heat this love is bursting out of me 

Disappointing diamonds are the rarest of them all
And a love that lasts forever really can’t be that special
Sure we know our roles
And how it’s supposed to go
Does everybody have to be the greatest story ever told? 

Like an oil tanker tipped at sea this love’s contaminated me
Like a constant twitching in my eye this love of ours will never die 

Disappointing diamonds are the rarest of them all
And the love that lasts forever really can’t be that special
Sure we know our roles
How it’s supposed to go
Does everybody have to be the greatest story ever told?

God's Favorite Customer

Disappointing Diamonds Are the Rarest of Them All

Be the Cowboy

Me and My Husband

Titanic Rising

Everyday

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.

Me and My Husband

Mitski

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