And The Days Are Not Full Enough
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
Ezra Pound
What a hella dope mixtape looks like.
1. Casual Discussion In A Dome Between Two Temples, Algernon Cadwallader
2. Never Meant, American Football
3. Poseidon, The Appleseed Cast
4. No Hero, Benton Falls
5. Last Night… After I Bought The Wine, The Blacktop Cadence
6. Call To the Comptroller’s Office, Bridge & Tunnel
7. Dead Dear, The Casket Lottery
8. Between Berwyn and Bryn Mawr, Castevet
9. Washington Square Park, The Get Up Kids
10. It’s All About Right Then, Ghosts and Vodka
11. Roy Sullivan, By Lightning Loved, I Hate Myself
12. Backlit, Isis
13. End Serenading, Mineral
14. Armslength, Moving Mountains
15. Never Meant, Owen
16. Pink Chimneys, The Promise Ring
17. You Vandal, Saves The Day
18. War, Short Fuse Burning
19. The Cannons & Tanks, Small Brown Bike
20. See You in Hell, Small Brown Bike
21. Goodbye To Boston, Smoke Or Fire
22. Seven, Sunny Day Real Estate
23. Understanding In A Car Crash, Thursday
24. Plane Vs Tank Vs Submarine, Tigers Jaw
25. I Saw Water, Tigers Jaw
26. Please Head North, Transit
27. „What If We [Swam] Into Nothing?‰, The Wonder Years
Tyler, The Brave.
Tyler was once Robin Hood. He was once a pirate, and for a moment a vampire. His mother sewed the costumes every Halloween, carefully stitching together the patches of felt. Tyler once made a half-court shot in the St. Mary’s Elementary School playground. No one was there to watch. Tyler is a New Englander, a Bostonian at heart. He has conquered oceans and braved storms. Saltwater runs through his veins. According to his high school diploma, he is, in fact, a scholar and a gentleman. One winter night, he smoked a joint in a snowstorm. Tyler loves his mothers baking, and her powerful Boston accent. He has moved away and has regretted every moment of it. He has seen lightning strike. In the summer time, his hair gets salty from sailing all day. He is a New Englander and doesn’t forget where he’s come from.
This Then
it’s the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here’s a cock
and here’s a cunt
and here’s trouble.
only each time
you think
well now I’ve learned:
I’ll let her do that
and I’ll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some sex
and only a minor
love.
now I’m waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.
I hope that death contains
less than this.
