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Happy tallahassee day to all who celebrate! the album is now old enough to legally:
- dig up a fifth of hood river gin
- get on the bus half drunk again
- get a license to fly a plane up the florida coast to the glades
- go and get the case of vodka from the car
- stub its cigarette out against the west wall, then quickly light another
- drink store-brand gin with fresh lime juice out of plastic cups or straight from the bottle
- adopt (no) children
Things it still can't legally do:
- never have a leg to stand on from the cross-tops to the aspirins to the elavils
- drive up from tampa three sheets to the wind
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morganismoss · 1 year
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Thank you John for inventing "staying in a relationship when you really should get a divorce"
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shootonsight · 6 months
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Tallahassee (2002) Liner Notes
We came into town under cover of night, because we were pretty sure the people here were going to hate us once they really got to know us. It was summer. It's always summer with us. In our lives together, which are sweet in the way of rotting things, it is somehow permanently summer. THE MOON rose above the trees, older than time, greener than money. You hung your head out the window of our dusty lemon-yellow El Camino and howled, and I turned up the radio, because the sound of your voice was already beginning to get to me. The speakers crackled and the music came through: Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Pretty as a midsummer's morn, they call her Dawn. Let the love of God come and get us if it wants us so bad. We know where we are going when all of this is done. SOME PEOPLE MIGHT SAY that buying a house you've never seen close-up is a bad idea, but what does anybody know about our needs, anyhow? For us it was perfect. The peeling paint. The old cellar. The garden out back. The porch out front. The still air of the living room. The attic. Everywhere entirely unfurnished and doomed to remain largely so, save for our own meager offerings: a cheap sofa, an old mattress, a couple of chairs and some ashtrays. Maybe a table salvaged from some diner gone into bankruptcy, I don't remember. Neither do you. We drank store-brand gin with fresh lime juice out of plastic cups or straight from the bottle and we spread ourselves out face-up on the wooden floors. An aerial view of us might have suggested we'd been knocked down, but what we were doing was staking our claim. Establishing our territories. Making good. Not on the vows we'd made but on the ones we'd really meant. You produced a wallet-sized transistor radio out of nowhere and you found a sympathetic station: somebody was playing Howlin' Wolf. Smokestack Lightning. O yes, I loved you once. O yes, you loved me more. We entered our new house like a virus entering its host. You following me, me following you. However you like. The windows were high and the walls were thick and sturdy. It was hot as blazes. The guts of summer. Always in the sugar-deep barrel-bottom belly of summer itself. Always. In our shared walk down to the bottom, which bottom we will certainly find if only our hearts are brave and our love true enough, we have found that it is somehow invariably and quite permanently summer.
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upthew0lves · 25 days
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What if at the end of Alpha Rats Nest, the couple, watching their house burn to the ground, look each other in the eyes and start making out.
I.E starting the cycle again
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boneshine · 1 year
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Can you truly say you’re doing gay right if none of your WWDITS fan fictions references a lyric from The Mountain Goats’ Tallahassee album?
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alphacoupleofficial · 2 years
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i dont know why i do this to myself
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cantevensyntax · 1 month
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The OG lyctors give it the old college try. Mercymorn will walk down to the end, with Augustine, if he comes all the way down with her. Without a doubt the most alpha couple coded characters in fiction, particularly since "those eyes" both belonged to dead cavaliers. Art credit: @chillyweirdoinacoffin (edit: actual source, oops: https://alisandre7.tumblr.com!)
In the rough draft of this one I used Homestar Runner and Marzipan for the lyctors, let me know in the tags if you want to see it.
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preordainedplace · 2 months
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‘however hungry one might be’ (the social network script - aaron sorkin // cannibalism and the common law - a.w. brian simpson // hannibal s208 script - scott nimerfro // wishbone - richard siken // where the wild things are - maurice sendak // alive in the new machine - ao3 user fuckener)
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character-estudio · 6 months
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Crowley + Tallahassee Album
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kaboomthepossum · 22 days
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Random 3 AM thoughts from last night: What if someone made Tallahassee into a musical?
Picture the scene: the audience have all sat down, they’re chatting away and then the lights go dark. And Tallahassee (song) plays. You can hear the singers but they aren’t visible by this point. The audience believe this to be a beautiful love story. Then the actors come on stage, and they sing first few desperate hours, beautifully, in perfect unison. This is when the couple arrives at the house for the first time. The house is falling apart, and gives the audience the impression that this is a tale of recovery, making the best of a bad situation, which is further implied by southwood plantation road; “I am not gonna lose you, we are gonna stay married” - it’s evident that their relationship is far from perfect, but hope still remains for them. Between this and game shows touch our lives, they each open a bottle of beer and drink it. In silence. Then they each smoke a cigarette. Again in complete silence. They walk inside and game shows touch our lives plays. It becomes clear to the audience how bad the situation really is once, after a short period of conversation, which slowly becomes less and less coherent, the house that dripped blood plays. There is no break between this and Idylls of the King. The couple sing this quietly, in seperate rooms. Again, there is only a few seconds break between the end of this and the beginning of No Children. The audience note the sudden aggressive shift to pure anger and hatred. On one half of the stage, the husband sings loudly, a bottle in his hand. On the other side of the stage, the wife packs a bag, and by the end of the song, she has left. The lights fade, and the interval begins.
The second half begins loudly and suddenly, with the husband singing See America Right. At this point, only half the stage is lit, with the husband visible. The wife cannot be seen. The side of the stage which is lit switches for Peacocks and International Small Arms Traffic Blues are performed by the wife. The switch happens again and the husband performs Have to Explode. Shortly after this, underneath a beautiful, clearly, starry night sky, the couple perform Old College Try. The singer alternates between lines, with them both performing the final lines “I will walk down to the end with you, if you will come all the way down with me”. This is when the audience become truly hopeful. They prepare themselves for the reunion they had always secretly expected. As morning comes, Oceanographers choice begins to play. The stage is clouded with smoke, and the wife walks into the house. They fight, and then embrace. As this is happening, the light outside the window is darkening, (to indicate time passing, and the hatred slowly returning). Finally, as the couple are staring into each other’s eyes, Alpha Rats Nest begins. Flames begin to appear at the front of the stage, and by the end of the song, the couple are completely hidden behind them. The last time they are visible, they are staring away from one another. As the music fades out, so do the flames. But the couple are gone. So is the house. And the lights on the stage all go dark. And the show is over.
Thank you for reading
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spideybonez · 5 months
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rip richard paper you would've loved the mountain goats
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youcouldbewonderful · 9 months
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i've already made a playlist. thats when you know its bad
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obsessed with the idea of soulmates as a sort of cosmic horror. i hate you. you hate me. you’re bad for me. i’m bad for you. neither of us are getting anything out of this relationship but for some reason beyond our understanding we keep waking up in the same bed, sharing the same meals, and attending the same events together. we’ve become nothing more than puppet for a toxic love that we aren’t even sure is there anymore
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antennatoheaven · 1 year
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why don't you listen to tallahassee by the mountain goats and then maybe you'll calm down <- is in fact not calming down
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raytoroapologist · 7 months
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when most ppl only know one song by ur favorite musician it's like. i cant get mad at you for that, but you heard a song *that* good and you didn't wanna even listen to the album it's on?? wild
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