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God he hates this song so much

She came in on the red eye to Dallas-Ft. Worth All the way from sunny Taipei Skin the color of a walnut shell And a baseball cap holding down her black hair And she came here after midnight The hot weather made her feel right at home Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks He drove in from Mexicali, no worse for wear Money to burn, time to kill But five minutes looking in his eyes and we all knew He was broken pretty bad so we gave him what we had We cleared a space for him to sleep in And we let the silence that's our trademark make its presence felt Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks They came in by the dozens, walking or crawling Some were bright-eyed, some were dead on their feet And they came from Zimbabwe or from Soviet Georgia East St. Louis or from Paris or they lived across the street But they came, and when they finally made it here It was the least we could do to make our welcome clear Come on in, we haven't slept for weeks Drink some of this, it'll put color in your cheeks

The most remarkable thing about coming home to you is the feeling of being in motion again It's the most extraordinary feeling in the whole world I have two big hands and a heart pumping blood and a 1967 Colt .45 with a busted safety catch The world shines As I cross the Macon County line Going to Georgia The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you And that you're standing in the doorway And you smile when you ease the gun from my hand and I’m frozen with joy right where I stand The world throws its light underneath your hair Forty miles from Atlanta, this is nowhere Going to Georgia

John Darnielle is a such a fucking weasel. It's a shame such great songwriting talent was wasted on such a miserable person.

This is my first time looking for the mountaingoats outside of just listening on Spotify and being in awe. Now I get to listen to my favorite song, different, still in awe

Hebrews 11:40 (NIV): 'since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect'

Pulled off the highway in Missouri And lo, our hearts were heavy laden Made for the chapel with some spray paint For all the things we'd held in secret Lord, lift up these lifeless bones Light cascading through the windows All the rainbow's heavy tones He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and set me high Left that place in ruin Drunk on the spirit and high on fumes Checked into a Red Roof Inn Stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants In the burning fuselage of my days Let my mouth be ever fresh with praise He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and set me high Each morning new Each day shot through With all the sharp, small shards of shrapnel That seem to burst out of me and you Head down toward Kansas We will get there when we get there, don't you worry Feel bad about the things we do along the way But NEVER really that bad We inhaled the frozen air Lord, send me a mechanic if I'm not beyond repair He has fixed his sign in the sky He has raised me from the pit and he will set me high

Psalms 40:2 (KJV) 'He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.'

Masks hanging on the tomb walls Where the coven grieves Witches hiding in the brambles Ground level down where the dry leaves Blow and burn slowly No ground is ever gonna hold me Bright candles in the manor Where the curse takes hold Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl Make your own friends when the world's gone cold It gets dark and then I feel certain I am going to rise again If not by faith then by the sword I'm going to be restored Build fires to keep the beacon flashing Where the earth lies flat Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down Invent my own family if it comes to that Hold them close, hold them near Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here Steal the treasure and try to leave town Fight my way back down Don't want to hurt anyone Probably gonna have to before it's all done Take to the hills, run away I'm gonna get my perfect body back someday If not by faith then by the sword I'm going to be restored

This is eternally the superlative version and recording of Color in Your Cheeks.

i've listened to this song thousands of times, but never this version until now. by the end of this video i was jumping up and down pumping my fist and screaming along alone in my room because the energy of this performance simply defies resistance

Did you feel safe the whole time, I am going in three weeks but worries about the safety of the ropes and equipment.

The timing in these lyrics is baller

The audio of this video is higher quality than the album's lol

“..yeah alright -_- “ @ the request

Good ole 38V, my favorite! :)

"... this is an old song, but I remember when it was not"

For an acclaimed novelist he's makes pretty good records!

One of the best versions of this song

So, I really thought this song was about refugees, and the fight to keep them here and welcome and fed and taken care of. Apparently, it was originally about meth 🧐

the most remarkable thing about The Mountain Goats is i was going to see them 40 miles from Atlanta and I punked out cuz i just got out of a mental hospital that day. going to georgia

The fact that John messed up on the same part that I messed up on trying to play this from memory is absolutely mind-blowing and humbling. What a real person.

When first hearing this song, I felt it.. like deeply. I have been to rehab and i believe this song is about rehab. The community in there is so tight and welcoming. It changed my life to go there. 3 years sober! Thank you for this beautiful song. ✌️

Such an easy song to play and have fun

Forever

So... was Georgia the girls name or am I alone in the double meaning?

Am I the only one vividly remembering my foster family?

I think this version is better than the original; much more descriptive and emotional. I'm glad it was reuploaded on it's own

Good footage

Dear god JD's right hand on these songs. He is in the all-time Acoustic Guitar Right Hand pantheon and no one ever talks about it.

I love this song btw this is friends account.

FORTY MILES FROM ATLANTA, THIS IS….NOWHERE vibes :*

mounjtain goast

Love the way he sings the third verse. Best version of this song

First song I learned on guitar

The first time I heard this song, at all, I was high on LSA derived from Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds. I was blown away by the passion encapsulated in the delivery of the lyrics (and knowing he discredits this song as misogynistic at a later date) I am still awestruck by his delivery.

this is amazing thanks for uploading <3

I always feel sad listening to this lovely, affectionate song that we don’t treat refugees this way. They need it the most.

C'cmon in

I cannot properly articulate how wonderful it is that John Darnielle and his music exists. He just, fucking gets it, man. THANKS FOR BEING HERE, BUDDY. I LOVE YOU (in a non creepy, non threatening, I-hope-you-are-sleeping-well-and-getting-your-vitamins, totally familial sort of way.) 🤘🤓🖤🐐🖤 #TNGForever

This song is about me.

This is Gordon Gano level of derangement and I love it.

Am I the only one that loves the stutter part? It makes this my favorite version.

TRANS RIGHTS!!!!!!

this is my favorite mountain goats song. hands down.

shout out to all my diaspora bohemian freind's from zim! Thank you for the warm welcome during my time abroad over there!

fuc yea

niv: "...since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect."

I love this song because it captures being 20 and assuming you're an artist by doing something pretentious sounding and stupid. In other words, I hear this song and remember being 19-20 and writing terrible poetry but thinking I sounded deep because I used lines like "the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway."