Luke Smith - Funeral.
Hi. I did something I have not done in a long time, and I went and recorded a new acoustic song. If you like it, please reblog it or whatever. Same routine as other shit I’ve recorded. Shitty phone recording with my old guitar, little mistakes left in here and there and yeah, I guess you could say the acoustic stuff I’m influenced by is Sundowner, Erica Freas, Bon Iver and stuff that leans more towards the dreary side of things. The song is called Funeral. Thanks.
You wore red to our funeral, but no one told me I had died. And that night, that night I kissed you goodbye, I thought maybe I could dig up that heart I buried, and learn to love again. I thought maybe I could sew my fingers back on and sing songs again.
You wore red to our funeral, but the joke was on me ‘cause no one told me I had died. Fuck my skin, curse my guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love.
And I presented a broken idea on a broken table that collapsed. And now this shame is all mine and I’m at the mercy of angel who doesn’t believe in time.
You wore red to our funeral, but no one told me I was living my last night alive. Fuck my skin, curse my guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love.
You wore red to our funeral, but the joke was on me ‘cause no one told me I had died. Fuck my skin, curse these guts, fuck this voice, not pretty enough to ever hold love. No one told me, that I had died.
Hahahaha people who say breastfeeding in public should be illegal
Hey bro, let’s worry about shit that makes people unsafe and that, not something that’ll give any normal human being maybe a MOMENT of awkwardness. Suck me off idiot.
How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again.
2 track album
In high school I was a huge fan of Hopesfall’s “A Types” album. Some mates of mine have started a band called Collapse which is pretty huge worship of that era of Hopesfall as well as some leanings towards The Jealous Sound/Jimmy Eat World type pop rock. Decent jams. Give it a suss.