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@.:Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart baby, bang it up inside. Im not wearing my usual lipstick i thought maybe we would kiss tonight, baby will you, kiss me already and toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby bang it up inside. Baby though i’ve closed my eyes i know who you pretend i am, i know who you pretend i am. But do-mi-ti why not me? Why not me? Do-mi-ti why not me? Why not me? Do-mi-ti why not me? Why not me?

Yeah my dude

Good God!

Nothing's New

Mama's Boy

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

My Love Mine All Mine

Never for Ever

Army Dreamers

I'm just staring at these empty cans that sprawl across my floor
I'm smoking dope in empty cans i got from corner stores
theres broken glass from broken pieces lying in my sink
ill wash them down with water getting harder ending blinks
ill hand with this old feeling treat it like another friend
we'll sit and watch some youtube videos, we're staying in
we'll feed a doggo playing looking good with new veneer
then end the night in covers whisper nothings in my ear

don't say its personal... I'm fine i can do anything
i don't need u... i don't need u

I've got bloodstains in my bathtub I've got vomit on my floor
I've got popov in my vomit smell it as i leave my door
I've got three cans of 4loko just to go and see yr face
going through it every weekend just to steven leave my place

its really just a doggo feeling shy about their teeth
I'm walking feeling fall i might just catch a falling leaf
ill catch it in my mouth and ill refuse to tear it up
ill take it home and put it on my table in a cup
i notice it looks good sitting with all this empty shit
ill clean up just a little just to show it to my friend
ill notice that theyre leaving but they leave their bags unpacked
they say its nothing major and they promise to be back

don't say its personal... I'm fine i can do anything
i don't need u... i don't need u

I've got bloodstains in my bathtub I've got vomit on my floor
I've got popov in my vomit smell it as i leave my door
I've got three cans of 4loko just to go and see yr face
going through it every weekend just to steven leave my place

100 gecs is dylan brady and osno1
cover image by Noah Wingren ( @noah-wingren )


100 gecs - bloodstains

Puberty 2

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Be the Cowboy

Washing Machine Heart

Me and My Husband

Nobody

Can I Call You Tonight?

Tourist History

Undercover Martyn

Are You Bored Yet? (feat. Clairo)

Prom Queen

Offering

Gilded Lily

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Out of My League

Montgomery Ricky

Mr. Loverman

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.

It cost 400$ to see a therapist but it’s free to tell yourself it just be like that sometimes

Washing Machine Heart

Mitski

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