too cold to care and too sick to shout

The Antlers

it’s been a long time. but, the antler’s hospice has filled up the void in the meantime. hospice tells “the story (in first and second person narrative) of a man losing a loved one to bone cancer and watching her die in the Sloan Kettering Cancer Ward while he is beside her. memories, regret and grief occur throughout the album…” (via wikipedia)

sounds a tad heavy, but i’m a sucker for heart-wrenching tunes. still a mat jiwang, very.

some tunes over at multiply.

till then.

animal collective // my girls

Is it much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don’t care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious race
And children cry for the one who has
A real big heart and a father’s grace

I don’t mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status
I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls