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sadjams:

Iron & Wine - Upward Over The Mountain

Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?

Blood on the floor, and fleas in their paws

And you cried till the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten

Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

thelastgreatpoolparty:

Iron & Wine - “Morning”

Sam Beam you can please sing me beardy songs forevever.

Hard light, take the wings of the winter
Soft bird, they were strong hands that held her
Miles above ground, we can’t see you now

Morning took the reins from the rider
Strong hands on the lap behind her
That tear her nightgown, we can’t see you now 

Iron & Wine - Waiting for a Superman (Flaming Lips cover)

"Comfort albums," from a bunch of cool writers/music people »

I really like this. The paragraph on Elephant Eyelash is particularly awesome and I find it really interesting how not comforting a lot of these albums would sound to someone without a personal stake in them. My comfort album is pretty much as obvious as it gets (Iron & Wine’s The Creek Drank The Cradle), but I also find the scratchy drone of the tape recorder on John Darnielle’s early recordings incredibly soothing, along with his nasally voice and depressing lyrics.