in case you guys haven’t heard this, well it is very important and you should hear it.

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age: the mountain goats
gender: the mountain goats
sexuality: john darnielle

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

I hope that you have a nice day everyone! And also that unlike Japan, wherever you reside is free of snow and bad weather. Unless you enjoy that sort of thing, you freak. I personally am ready for sunnier days.

Anyway. I love you all and appreciate you very much. Thanks for following this blog and creating amazing art. You give my heart the warm fuzzies despite the chilly temperatures.

'til next time!
-Kelsey

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Anonymous asked: Where do I submit?

If you go on to my blog the last link after all the albums is one that says “submit your beautiful creations” and that is the submit button.

-Kelsey

song-for-lonely-giants asked: Hey! I'm going to do the "hold up a lyric" thing like you said, but is it ok to submit an original song of mine? My music is heavily influenced by the Mountain Goats and I was wondering if this sorta thing is what you want c:

Are you wanting to submit your song as a separate submission or to hold up a lyric from your song? I would prefer if you held up a lyric from a mountain goats song, or a sign somehow saying it’s influenced your own music in order to explain the tie- in order to fit with my goals for the project- but if you want to submit your own original song as a submission, whether it’s the lyrics, voice recording, or a video, that is definitely okay! Some original music would be a great addition to the blog. Hope that answers your question!

-Kelsey

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"No one at the lakeside now, moon up in the sky
Night birds in the dragon spruce, moaning long and high
Backstroking on the surface, moonlight on its face
Floats the Tianchi Monster, staring into space”

"No one at the lakeside now, moon up in the sky

Night birds in the dragon spruce, moaning long and high

Backstroking on the surface, moonlight on its face

Floats the Tianchi Monster, staring into space”

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Short story i did for english class.

What am i headed towards?


The smooth yet bitter clouds of Norway, scourging over the mountains. There he sat. Contemplating his next move. What was he to do next? He was reminded of his past. In that cruel mess, he found that he actually hasn’t progressed in any direction the last few months. Everything, still in time. Just stuck. It was vital for him to get back on his legs and proceed towards a plausible direction. He got up and started wandering on his way whilst whispering; “I’ll just wing it.”This was his goal, finding his desire and getting back on track.

He got off the train in Stavanger. Stavanger was a dazzling town in the summer, however it was melancholic during the rest of the year, overflowing with boozers and substance-abusers amidst the gloomy crowd. Now dauntingly walking towards his unknown destination, Passing the disoriented population. His thoughts were streaming in every direction. But then he hit the thought of an enlightening book he once scanned through, it was about finding your path in life. It concluded with the fact that you needed to see inside yourself, and so he did. What he then became exposed to was not of great pleasantry. His past and what seemed like another lifetime was in riches of foolishness, what had he become? A nobody was the first thing to surface. He had never handled a girl with any of his favorable personality. He didn’t politely socialize with his fellow mankind. Nor give anyone the proper respect they so profoundly had achieved. He was a man of immense amounts of loathing and disgust. He realized, This is what he needed to fix.

Now sitting on a bench by the water in Stavanger; Looking plainly into the sky. The sky is such a peaceful thing. How did it end up that way with everything it had to witness over the years.
You can tell, however: The sky as well has its bad days. His mind had drifted to the wrong shore, it had to turn around and find its way.

He recalled where he left off earlier; He had to change others perception of him, however this was going to be hard, considering he carries a lot of weight. yet some grand motivation was in order for this to be possible. What did this even include: He’d have to somehow open his mouth and interact with other mortals, Get some decent clothes, gather together interests that might intrigue and consider his looks. He noticed while he had been sitting at this bench people started to stare at him in a surrealistic way. He felt self-conscious, beat down and disrespected. This is exactly what i mean, what difference does it matter if i change clothes? Fake some interests for the masses? And discuss stupid topics with people i don’t even find appealing?

I’ll just head home again. There is nothing here for me anyways. Walking in the deep-frozen ground while grinding his teeth so loud the whole world could hear. While there was still some time before his train arrived he decided to call a few old friends and ask them out for the evening. A few of them had switched their numbers. Additionally some didn’t even bare to hear my voice. But there was a few who appeared to treasure my calls, But didn’t have the time to hang out on a wednesday evening; I guess they all are lawyers by now. I was trying to be positive, on their behalf.

Home again, unloading all of the liquor bought at the store, as well as some aspirin. Looking at them, just standing at the table. A feeling of severe disgust blew over my body. What happened to me? I used to be quick in figuring things like that out. But i was too ignorant to see it. Now i’ll drink my pain away, just like my father. Wait, my father? I was now treading into the shoes of the man i hated the most. At Least now, Some would probably say i should feel empathic towards my father. Either way, i drank. And for some shortsighted reason decided to do another call round to my friends, asking them to come over and party. I just ended up waking all of them up early in the morning. That’s the part i regret the most.

I end up taking the bus to my favorite local lake. I’ve spent most of my life living in this area, playing by this lake as a kid. Enjoying beautiful bathing sessions with my friends. Having barbeques together with my friends during my teenage years and even water-skiing out there.

Just enjoying the late night view, having the moon stare back at me from the reflection in the lake. And the few short breezes of cold air. Thinking about the times we spent, It was the best part of my life, and i am eternally grateful for your commitment to creating such a wonderful friendly community amongst us. However i took some bad choices here and there, and ended up on the low-road. Then again, i’ve always just been a waste of breath, space and time. And on this day, i apologize for being an obstacle to you all. And i will now spare you for all your future troubles.


P.S: But then again, did time ever go?

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