poor-and-free:

I Am Still What I Meant to Be

laceysigmon:

We All, Us Three, Will Ride-Palace Music

In a small far room the bed is set
With trinkets all surrounding
Yet lone it rests, so dry it sets
With souls aside abiding

There moves legs warm and close inside
No, no leg braces a halo
And pictures on walls where paint is lame
Where sinks are friendly running

Reflect, reflect metal cast
My toe has long been swollen
My knees are blue, my eyes are too
My love has not forgotten

Will come, will come, oh, he will come
And make me have a baby
Then I foresee we all, us three
Will ride and all together

The hills have eyes, their trees have lives
Disjointed like a hero
No saga told, no things unfold
To make the ride much finer

The length is fine, his hand in mine
Does someone hear our chatter?
A lover’s laugh, a bleeding calf
A dog out in the harbor

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chartattack:

WATCH: Bonnie “Prince” Billy - “I See a Darkness” official music video

Will Oldham is never not impressing us, continually releasing material that is piercing in its weirdness and its beauty.  In the latest news from Oldham’s prestigious moniker Bonnie “Prince” Billy, the singer-songwriter is set to release a six-song EP Now Here’s My Plan, which is comprised of old-hits done up in fancy new dresses.

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(Source: thelaziestriver)

shakenandheard:

Once in the late 90s, I spent an entire night pacing back and forth in my bedroom, trying to perfect a fake Australian accent. I’d developed an internet crush on a girl from Sydney, a painter/designer fond of cats and chamomile tea who played toy piano in a band and wanted to move to New York one day. We’d corresponded for months, through emails with ever-blossoming word counts, and now it was time to act. The plan seemed simple enough- call up her apartment (I’d found her number in an online phonebook), ask for her flatmate in my best Aussie brogue, and discuss the details of a surprise visit. I rehearsed one last “G’day” and dialed. Ring…ring…ring. A young woman answered. “’Ello!” I replied, nerves taking hold, my accent melting as soon as the first words fumbled out of my mouth, til I was more Ringo Starr with a head cold than Crocodile Dundee. I mumbled, stuttered and clumsily caved, finally revealing my true identity to the confused voice on the other end. Fortunately, she found the whole thing charming. A few months later I did make it to Sydney and, yes, the romance bloomed. Were we painfully naïve? Sure, but also wonderfully so, thinking we could find a way to make it work across the chasms of oceans and time zones and long distance phone bills. I have a mixtape she sent me when we were still trying to figure it out, still hoping she’d make it to the States one day. Each side has a Palace song, with Will Oldham’s creaky wooden voice there to remind me of a night in Sydney, lying in her bed draped over with a giant mosquito net. The windows were open, Palace was on the stereo, and we felt secure.

Sweet like a memory, cool like reality, with the hint of a mint julep from Will Oldham’s Kentucky home…

VIVA LAST BLUES:

• 1 oz. tequila blanco
• 1 oz. applejack
• ½ oz. fresh lemon juice
• ½ oz. honey syrup
• ¼ oz. velvet falernum
• dashes of Peychaud’s bitters
• 6 mint leaves, plus 1 sprig for garnish

Muddle the mint leaves with the honey syrup in the bottom of a shaker. Add ice, along with the rest of the liquid ingredients and shake, straining into a rocks glass with ice. Garnish with the mint sprig.

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whenigodeaf:

Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, “Mother Nature Kneels,” from Song+Stories

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