this is the log of capt. satah of the hmcs eatdic, an extraterrestrial cyborg that crash-landed in a canadian city full of grey rocks twenty-three years ago. their lumpy metal heart pumps only tea, cola, and beer. a stranger on the internet once described them as "lonely, young, trying to get drunk, and way too effeminate to ever get a girl in the next three years"
2. no children/ we are never ever getting back together
3. you or your memory/ all too well
4. international small arms traffic blues/ dear john
5. balance/ sad beautiful tragic
6. old college try/love story
7. this year/fifteen
people were telling me about this on Twitter so I made a mix of it minus You Were Cool because I don’t have any recordings of that* and it’s fun. both artists would be well served by more shredding guitar solos but I am sure they are both working on it
I am attaching a trigger warning to the song “Mean” because it made me cry
ok well have a great Saturday
*I know I could get one by ripping YouTube audio or from archive.org but for me that song is for playing in rooms with people in them who are listening while I’m singing in the present moment, I don’t rule out ever recording it but that is where I am at w/it in my life since I wrote it & at present and in all cases I can’t imagine listening to it, for me it is only to be sung
"i just really wanted to play this song ‘cause it’s one of my favourites that i’ve ever written. i always have to soundcheck it because i wrote it when i was like really really angry and you know it’s like— the strength that a mother has when her child is trapped under a car? when you’re angry, you can just sing like, nine octaves."