sidoniegreyjoy:

The Debutante Hour | Your Worldview Gets Me Down (x)

People are going to get and break and destroy you, 
People are going to get whatever they want. 
Hurricanes blow through in torrents drunk, shipwrecked as sailors, 
No place is safe for a con man and his debutante. 

Your wine stained old curtain got lost in a sudden tornado, 
Your cabaret girls and their wigs hopped a train to LA. 
The auctioneer sold the menagerie off for mere pebbles, 
There was nothing to do but to get on your knees and pray. 

Lord, I can’t help it, I feel so unnecessary. 
Lord, I’m redundant and worry that one day I’ll drown. 
Well I’m not the lord and you didn’t ask my opinion, 
but I gotta say honey your worldview gets me down. 

La la la Stringbean it was a joke, the ox and his yoke, we were all damned. 
Tra la la Stringbean you were a villain I was a damsel it was a scam.

(Source: villainesses)

heirofslytherin:

Iron & Wine — Flightless Bird, American Mouth (Wedding Version)

andrewbirdsjaw:

Andrew Bird — Glass Figurine | Thrills

runaroundtown:

LANA DEL REY — Kinda Outta Luck

Femme fatale, always on the run
Diamonds in my wrist, whiskey on my tongue 

minoritycode:

fun. — The Gambler 

“Slow down, we’ve got time left to be lazy.
All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We’ve got 50 good years left to spend out in the garden. I don’t care to beg your pardon, We should live until we die.”

webslinging:

fun. | We Are Young (ft. Janelle Monae) 

byronly:

What I Wouldn’t Do - A Fine Frenzy

It was now and we were both in the same place
Didn’t know how to say the words
With my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage
I left before someone got hurt

flowsweetlywoodnote:

Fleet Foxes — Helplessness Blues

apanoplyofsong:

The Decemberists — June Hymn

And once upon it
The yellow bonnets
Garland all the lawn.
And you were waking,
The day was breaking;
A panoply of song.
Summer comes to Springville Hill.

atomicblonde:

The Art Teacher - Rufus Wainwright

He was not that much older than I was
He had taken our class to the Metropolitan Museum
He asked us what our favorite work of art was,
But never could I tell it was him
Oh, I wish I could tell him —
Oh, I wish I could have told him

I looked at the Rubens and Rembrandts
I liked the John Singer Sargents
He told me he liked Turner
Never have I turned since then
No, never have I turned to any other man