little sinkings in the earth

hahawhore:

I wait all year to reblog this

it’s gonna be MAY

(Source: 90s90s90s, via southerndrawlswhiskeybrawls)

gleekingsongalbums:

4x20 Lights Out | Everybody Hurts

so hold on.

kurisuchin:

Fireflies | Jessa Anderson

Daughter- Touch

(Source: shestaredrightthroughme, via thatkindofwoman)

Storms Were Mine - Girlyman

The Things of God - Brad & Rebekah

peachypartypalace:

‘No Scrubs’ by TLC

Kicking off my month-long tribute to the 90’s…

“if you have a shorty but you don’t show no love, yeah, I’m talkin to you”

teaserandthefirecat:

“She comes to me when I’m feelin’ down 
Inspires me without a sound 
She touches me and I get turned around 
She’s got a way of showin’ 
How I make her feel 
And I find the strength to keep on goin’ 
She’s got a light around her 
And ev’rywhere she goes a million 
Dreams of love surround her ev’rewhere ”

cream-and-stars:

poupon:

section9:

middlemanagementlivingthedream:

Losing My Religion (shifted to a Major Key)

A friend emailed me a link to this video (by way of BoingBoing)

Someone put “Losing My Religion” by REM through some processing, and turned the song from a minor to a major key.  While you can hear the occasional pitch-shiftiness on the vocals, and one or two chord changes don’t seem to settle in quite perfectly, the impact is nonetheless absolutely fascinating.  What had been a linchpin of 90’s alternative melancholia and loner rock becomes this almost defiant pop perk of a track.

Weird, I’m not sure of how to process this.

I want a breathy, twee indie band to cover this and make the Zooey Deschanel movie makeover complete. 

!!!

A lot. Of. Feelings.

This song, Losing my Religion by R.E.M., was my dad’s favorite song in his last few years of his life. He listened to it over and over again. He and I both happened to discover it and love it at the same time without realizing it, which was cool. When I came home for Christmas break my freshman year of college, we played through the entire CD together. Shortly after my father died, I was going for one of my many Moody Walks and listening to a playlist of songs he liked and I got to this line, 

“That’s me in the corner. That’s me in the spotlight, losing my religion. Trying to keep up with you, and I don’t know if I can do it.” I totally broke down. My daddy. My daddy knew he was dying. He knew people were looking at him, and he was simultaneously in the corner (“out of commission”) and in the spotlight. He was struggling to keep up and be ‘normal’ even though he was sick. And the ending — that was just a dream, that was just a dream. Even when he was in the hospital, on his death bed, he talked to my mom about how excited he was to get better so he could go for bike rides again.

Oh Daddy. :( :( :( I miss you so much and I’m so sorry you were sick and I’m so sorry you hurt and I wish I had spent every waking minute with you. I love you so much Daddy. I’m so sorry.

Gartan Mother’s Lullaby by Melissa Ericco

I sang this song (among many, many others) to my father on his deathbed. I sang this one many times when we were all alone, just me in the room with him, the beep-beeping machines, and me singing this song huskily over and over while stroking his hand or his forehead.

Oh, Daddy, I miss you. Today marks three years since you were taken from us.