Anonymous asked: Can you reccomend me some Cat Power songs? thank you :) x
in this hole, maybe not, metal heart, willie deadwilder, good woman, the greatest, rockets, mr.gallo, i found a reason, i can’t get no satisfaction, sweedeedee, sea of love, lived in bars, american flag, back of your head, colors and the kids, cross bones style, nude as the news, say, good clean fun, ice water, ruin, cherokee, water and air, what would the community think, fool, he war, enough, i don’t blame you, keep on running, speak for me
(my favourite cat power album is the covers record but you are free is a close second. if you like more of her grunge-y, stripped down and raw stuff, myra lee, dear sir, and moonpix are great and if you like her blues-y, rolling stones-y sort of stuff, listen to the greatest and the covers record and jukebox. she also broke up with her boyfriend, shaved her head and dyed it platinum blonde and recorded a bunch of electronic music and that’s an album called sun. just listen to all the cat power albums, actually. all of ‘em.)
It is never winter here, this sky is never too cold to depend on
Written about a very special woman in my life.
Listen to me, listen to the way the river keeps pushing forward even at 3 in the morning when we’ve all given up. Look at the river, your heart flows down that stream at 3 am. I know because I watch its scarlet glow through the rush of its white energy. Listen to me. This will be the hardest thing you do. But you learn. You learn. You will become a touch more guarded. The concrete walls thicken, but the violets bloom on your side of the mountains. Your heart spends its afternoons dazed within soft pastures, with the golden sunshine. You won’t get lost in the emerald eyes of an angel. You don’t walk across the street before the light turns green just because there aren’t any cars coming. You lock the door three times just in case the click of the key turning away from you decides that it doesn’t want what you want. Your goodbyes sound like I love you’s and your voice is a bright tangerine tree illuminating the peak of autumn. I open up your chest with the knife you used that night below zero in March- a sea of yellow butterflies fly out from the incision. The river is getting quiet now. Its silence penetrates the weak parts of you when it is cold like that night below zero in March. In these frigid hours when the water is ice and the surface is glass and the sky is not coming home, I lose sight of that ruby glow. Listen. You learn. It is dirty razor blades and nights spent awake, aware, alive. Awake, aware that you are alive. You turn the water off when you momentarily leave the room. Hold the knife away from you. Let the sun through the blinds before 12. I come to the river when it freezes over, there are many hearts trapped below until spring can release them. The scarlet glow is not here when it is the coldest. It is too warm for the river. It is too heavy. It yells yes when the river yells no. Last Octobe, I followed a path into the belly of a bright forest, and it is there that I saw a scarlet glow among the tangerine trees.
Written by Hayley Nobili