so i wrote this song during the pandemic, when i was stuck in london and my family was back in the states. right before it all kicked off, my brother (the boy in the photo, but like, 31 years ago) was going through a tough time - but i was so far away, and even if i hadn’t been, i wouldn’t have known what to say. we’re not like, a super Talk About It kind of a family. we’re a lot more Do than Say, but what can you Do when you’re across the ocean?
then, for many months over zoom, we started writing music together. it was fun. it was … really fun. one of the times we were on zoom i’d accidentally had a whole liter of margaritas and just decided to go to bed without telling anybody and he freaked out and woke up my mom and mom called a dame of the british empire to try to come make sure i wasn’t dead, and also they somehow managed to text my boyfriend at the time, who had not met any of them, and it was a really embarrassing evening all around, but the point is, one day i was sitting on my bed, with my dulcimer, feeling really helpless to do anything for my big brother, and i wrote this song.
i didn’t play it for him for a really long time, because i was embarrassed. i find sincerity really embarrassing! i know i’m on here being sincere all the time but that’s easy, i don’t have to look at any of you while i do it. in real life i’m a nightmare.
what was my point?
oh yeah. i asked him if we could include it on the album and he said sure! what’s it about? and i said, “you.”
Listen, The Chilliad is easily the greatest fanfiction I have ever read. When you finish it I wish to print it out and bind it lovingly and place it next to my copy of The Illiad. Thank you for this gift.
Was scrolling thru your dash and reblogging and thought I’d wish you a happy early birthday, since it sounds like it’s coming up soon
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thank you!! this is such a funny message. congratulations you are the first person to wish me a happy birthday, sweet moonbird who does not know when my birthday is
i don’t think bad things happen for a reason but i think that there’s a reason we survive and i think everything has its dying season and the season it revives and i don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 2]
you, you think that bad things happen when your guard’s down it’s getting hard now to get by and you, you wish that you could tighten up your grip round your wound-up heart that never cries but you don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 3]
there have been some bad things, when love was careless oh i’m an heiress to goodbye and i, i know it’s nothing i can repair, it’s just i’m not leaving you this time. and i don’t feel that young anymore.
[Bridge] the war is done, come out of the trenches. raise your flag, put down all your defenses. all the things you love are waiting, all the things you love are fine. all your fears are only just all of your love at double time so let your fear be kind.
[Chorus] let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over be over
Is your story “Alien Hand Syndrome” still available to read anywhere? I used to revisit it all the time, and I checked your website, but it said it was unavailable. I have had a rough week, and would love to read it again. Thanks!
so i wrote this song during the pandemic, when i was stuck in london and my family was back in the states. right before it all kicked off, my brother (the boy in the photo, but like, 31 years ago) was going through a tough time - but i was so far away, and even if i hadn’t been, i wouldn’t have known what to say. we’re not like, a super Talk About It kind of a family. we’re a lot more Do than Say, but what can you Do when you’re across the ocean?
then, for many months over zoom, we started writing music together. it was fun. it was … really fun. one of the times we were on zoom i’d accidentally had a whole liter of margaritas and just decided to go to bed without telling anybody and he freaked out and woke up my mom and mom called a dame of the british empire to try to come make sure i wasn’t dead, and also they somehow managed to text my boyfriend at the time, who had not met any of them, and it was a really embarrassing evening all around, but the point is, one day i was sitting on my bed, with my dulcimer, feeling really helpless to do anything for my big brother, and i wrote this song.
i didn’t play it for him for a really long time, because i was embarrassed. i find sincerity really embarrassing! i know i’m on here being sincere all the time but that’s easy, i don’t have to look at any of you while i do it. in real life i’m a nightmare.
what was my point?
oh yeah. i asked him if we could include it on the album and he said sure! what’s it about? and i said, “you.”
i don’t think bad things happen for a reason but i think that there’s a reason we survive and i think everything has its dying season and the season it revives and i don’t feel that young anymore
nessa’s not stupid. she knows what everyone thinks of her: that she’s a bitch, that she’s not good to aggy, that she’s not good for aggy, that she’s a social climber. she knows that the other girls in the house view her as sort of a wolf whose tail they’ve caught; better to have someone like nessa on your side then off it, but dangerous to keep her in the house.
there was a phrase her father used to say: those who are afraid of wolves should stay out of the woods. by and large nessa threw out all the advice her father used to give her on the day he went to jail after the collapse of a ponzi scheme that wiped out the bank accounts of everyone she knew, but this phrase, she liked. it wasn’t until she got to school that she realized he’d probably gotten it from stalin. her father was an idiot.
still: there was merit to it, she had thought, standing on the porch while her mother threw all of her father’s things out onto the lawn, digging through the drawers for anything that might be left. but there wasn’t anything left. what they had was given back by the court to the people it had been stolen from. they moved from their big, nice house into an apartment two towns over. nessa shared a room with geni and tess—this was when tess was still called orville—and she slept on the floor on an air mattress they rolled up every morning and re-inflated every night. everyone hated her then, too. she hadn’t blamed them then anymore than she blames them now. who cared what they thought of her? who cared what anybody thought?
not nessa.
those who are afraid of wolves should stay out of the woods, but there was no where to go where they didn’t know what her father had done; there was no one to be that wasn’t the daughter of the man who’d done it. so she stopped fearing wolves, and instead became one. she exorcized the delicate lamb who’d loved her father.
so i wrote this song during the pandemic, when i was stuck in london and my family was back in the states. right before it all kicked off, my brother (the boy in the photo, but like, 31 years ago) was going through a tough time - but i was so far away, and even if i hadn’t been, i wouldn’t have known what to say. we’re not like, a super Talk About It kind of a family. we’re a lot more Do than Say, but what can you Do when you’re across the ocean?
then, for many months over zoom, we started writing music together. it was fun. it was … really fun. one of the times we were on zoom i’d accidentally had a whole liter of margaritas and just decided to go to bed without telling anybody and he freaked out and woke up my mom and mom called a dame of the british empire to try to come make sure i wasn’t dead, and also they somehow managed to text my boyfriend at the time, who had not met any of them, and it was a really embarrassing evening all around, but the point is, one day i was sitting on my bed, with my dulcimer, feeling really helpless to do anything for my big brother, and i wrote this song.
i didn’t play it for him for a really long time, because i was embarrassed. i find sincerity really embarrassing! i know i’m on here being sincere all the time but that’s easy, i don’t have to look at any of you while i do it. in real life i’m a nightmare.
what was my point?
oh yeah. i asked him if we could include it on the album and he said sure! what’s it about? and i said, “you.”
i don’t think bad things happen for a reason but i think that there’s a reason we survive and i think everything has its dying season and the season it revives and i don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 2]
you, you think that bad things happen when your guard’s down it’s getting hard now to get by and you, you wish that you could tighten up your grip round your wound-up heart that never cries but you don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 3]
there have been some bad things, when love was careless oh i’m an heiress to goodbye and i, i know it’s nothing i can repair, it’s just i’m not leaving you this time. and i don’t feel that young anymore.
[Bridge] the war is done, come out of the trenches. raise your flag, put down all your defenses. all the things you love are waiting, all the things you love are fine. all your fears are only just all of your love at double time so let your fear be kind.
[Chorus] let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over be over
i don’t think bad things happen for a reason but i think that there’s a reason we survive and i think everything has its dying season and the season it revives and i don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 2]
you, you think that bad things happen when your guard’s down it’s getting hard now to get by and you, you wish that you could tighten up your grip round your wound-up heart that never cries but you don’t feel that young anymore
[Chorus]
let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over
[Verse 3]
there have been some bad things, when love was careless oh i’m an heiress to goodbye and i, i know it’s nothing i can repair, it’s just i’m not leaving you this time. and i don’t feel that young anymore.
[Bridge] the war is done, come out of the trenches. raise your flag, put down all your defenses. all the things you love are waiting, all the things you love are fine. all your fears are only just all of your love at double time so let your fear be kind.
[Chorus] let the war be over let the war be over let the war be over be over
yeah, i know! sorry, i’m trying to fix it but it’s run through wix and wix is a nightmare and i just don’t have the mental capacity to deal with it right now, so. sorry pals. it’ll be back up as soon as it’s back up!
GOOD NEWS i think i fixed it. a couple people have written about this so hopefully you will all figure out the new menu, which SHOULD solve this problem.
