Fall 21

Lyrics:

Said you were going for some air
Said you were going for some air
You said you’d be right back
What were you trying to smoke a nine mile long cigarette?
I couldn’t sleep, I swore that you’d come home
Starting to think that the last time that I saw you
I was really talking to a ghost	          
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of white

Feels like I’m breathing too much air
It’s a poor mans high
If you weren’t so busy dying for a living
If you weren’t so busy trying to scare me away
You could’ve really been something great
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of light

Feels like I’m headed for clouds that won’t catch my fall
Oh the world won’t stop when you start to unravel
Used to sit on the water’s opposite side
Staring, imagining what it’d be like          			
Where we’re speeding, slapping the road, blue smoke pours out from your ride
Lint of a masterpiece in your black eyes there’s a fleck of white

I gotta get out of here
I  gotta get out of here!

Lint of a Masterpiece

Laurel Hell

Working for the Knife

That Funny Feeling

'All My Time Is Wasted' (Release date: October 5, 2021)

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Hannah Jadagu - All My Time Is Wasted

lyrics:
paano natin lilinisin ang hangin 
mag munimuni tayo
kasi walang tigil sa upuan
at sino ang nasa kalahati

may enkanto sa sampaguita lang, tumutubo
nakita ko sa dating pag-ibig 
‘limutan mong laging pansinin, tayo 
parehong dugo, ibang kaluluwa oh 

thrash
but i don’t wanna lose you to myself 
until i crash
and i don’t wanna lose you, lose you

sa lupa, may diyos ba o may problema 
bahala nang tumakas 
at kapag sinabi mong diyos, 
anong ibig sabihin - tao o hari? 

may enkanto sa sampaguita lang, tumutubo
nakita ko sa dating pag-ibig 
‘limutan mong laging pansinin, tayo 
parehong dugo, ibang kaluluwa oh 

thrash
but i don’t wanna lose you to myself 
until i crash
and i don’t wanna lose you, lose you

the bad thing 
is not a surprise 
don’t want it to live 
don’t want it to live
don’t want it to live 
don’t want it to live
video star, we’ll make it far 
i swear to you under no lease 
call our family this way 
call my family this way 
mananatili ang ikot
mananatili ang luma na ikot   
hindi kailangan ng ikot

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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.

Working for the Knife

Mitski

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