“I wrote this for a baby who has yet to be born, my brother’s first child. I hope that womb’s not too warm, because it’s cold out here and it will be quite a shock to breathe this air, to discover loss. So I’d like to make some changes before you arrive, so when your new eyes meet mine they won’t see no lies.
Just love, just love. I will be pure. No, no, I know I will be pure.
Like snow, like gold. Like snow, like gold.”
“The night rolls around and it all starts making sense,
there is no right way or wrong way, you just have to live.
And so I do what I do, and at least I exist.
What could mean more than this?
What could mean more?”
“Is it true what they say about the Son of God?
Did he die for us? Did he die at all?
And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, to you,
which one of us would be the foolish one?
Which one of us would be the fool?”
“Now I don’t know why, but I still try to smile
when they talk at me like I’m just a child.
Well I’m not a child. No, I am much younger than that.
And now I’ve read some books and I’ve grown quite brave.
If I could just speak up, I think I would say that there is no truth.
There is only you and what you make the truth.”
So I look and feel like crud, but my mom had this in the car for me after orchestra rehearsal today. Yeah, I’m the happiest person alive.
Nothing in this existence is more lovely than Conor Oberst, First Aid Kit and an entire crowd of people singing “Lua” together.
(Source: fatimehnadimi)
