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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?

this song is by a man that used her for sex. (i had to say)

soft

Ivanushka- lemon demon

stream it babycakes
music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtmW-7hE2FA
spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/25BwriiszzwIa3Vp6xHTO0?si=EQoomG-XQzCfO5xE0CjP1w

lyrics:
sweating in my t shirt
sauce in my hair
my legs are tired, hoping i don’t fall down the stairs
i just wanted to know if you liked me back
an emotional drought since 2019
building bridges and burning them till i bleed 
you were hoping that i would stay in tact
but petrichor will connect us while we’re apart

like anyone else i saw in my dreams
slightly taller and better at talking than me
staring at a wall is just the sign of the times 
but when it ends in an awkward handshake
i’m scared that i’m two faced, tragic and wasteful
why do i fall for anyone who stays
a friend to you is a chance at love to me
i’m such a wreck but petrichor’s at peace

in the rain there's a little white feather
then it falls apart in the winter
i just don’t wanna be with someone for pleasure
the lights are on but nobody’s home
but you’re a call away when i feel alone
oh, how i need to a hand in mine to feel

in the rain i’m picking petals for the winter
so i don’t get too sad when i miss her
i don’t wanna be with someone for pleasure
the lights are on but somebody’s home
but maybe he’s better off a friend to me
oh how i need a hand in mine to feel

petrichor

Good God!

Nothing's New

Mama's Boy

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

My Love Mine All Mine

LOVELY BASTARDS (sped up)

Never for Ever

Army Dreamers

Puberty 2

I Bet on Losing Dogs

Be the Cowboy

Washing Machine Heart

Me and My Husband

Nobody

Bonus Ultra-rare song from "See you on the Other Side" album, by KoRn.

KoRn - 04 - Inside Out

Prom Queen

Offering

Gilded Lily

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.

Washing Machine Heart

Mitski

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