I just found out about Fergus....man, am I sad. I've always hoped I could see this song live, as it's just so beautiful and resonates with me so well....but I see that it's just going to be added to the collection of things that make me angsty and sad.
You'd pick me up in that same silver car We'd camp by the road and look up at the stars And in the morn' i'd shave in the side mirror And we'd laugh "how'd we get to be here?" And i'd smell my own past In each blade of the grass The window would break with my hand wrapped up tight In an old shirt i'd found then i'd let you inside And oh the colours of my faded youth From all the years that i wish i'd known you And the house would expand With each brush from your hand There's wine in the pantry so we'd drink what was there Then we'd lie on the floor blowing smoke through our hair And we'd ponder how every thing's fucked And maybe promise to both kill ourselves And i'd listen hard To each word you discard I would forget to be sad all the time And you would forget how you fucked up your life And how your husband's not home half the time And you never take time out to write
WERE STILL LISTENING TO YOU BROTHER 🤎🤎🤎🤎
RIP, Fergus. This song will always stay with me, forever.
I know, this is one of the softest songs he's sang.
Fuck this song is just so beautiful.
This song always brings tears to my eyes, it have such a nostalgic vibe, makes me remember a brief period of time that I could consider myself happy
Raphael Aveiro you read my mind
thinking of how much further this band could’ve came in the music industry, rip Fergus 💔
I just found out about Fergus....man, am I sad. I've always hoped I could see this song live, as it's just so beautiful and resonates with me so well....but I see that it's just going to be added to the collection of things that make me angsty and sad.
You'd pick me up in that same silver car
We'd camp by the road and look up at the stars
And in the morn' i'd shave in the side mirror
And we'd laugh "how'd we get to be here?"
And i'd smell my own past
In each blade of the grass
The window would break with my hand wrapped up tight
In an old shirt i'd found then i'd let you inside
And oh the colours of my faded youth
From all the years that i wish i'd known you
And the house would expand
With each brush from your hand
There's wine in the pantry so we'd drink what was there
Then we'd lie on the floor blowing smoke through our hair
And we'd ponder how every thing's fucked
And maybe promise to both kill ourselves
And i'd listen hard
To each word you discard
I would forget to be sad all the time
And you would forget how you fucked up your life
And how your husband's not home half the time
And you never take time out to write
I wanna inject this song
That one line "id listen hard to each word you discard" reminds of how I glorify my romantic interests
Beautiful song.
the "maybe promise to both kill ourselves" line is especially harrowing now :(
Made me cry when reading the lyrics
I thought he sung "promise we'd both look after ourselves"
powerful
I'm sorry.
:(