June 8 - Broom People

I mean, shit.

I have coherent things to say about this song, but "friends who don't have a clue, well meaning teachers" is a fucking novel in a line.

Solace in a chaotic life, beauty in the wild and the cold, rage and despair turning into power through pressure and releasing in the right places. The transformative power of having someone who care when nobody did.

This is my favourite Mountain Goats song. There are a lot of others I love, but for pure expression of power, of how love heals and destroys, of how powerful rage and helplessness and kindness can be when you are young and the feelings are fresh and new, nothing is like this song. Nothing.