Sweetest Kill

That kind of morning when the raindrops replace your alarmclock. Pull that comforter over and snuggle down with these tracks.

First up--- Anomaly// True Thoughts

  

Sweetest Kill from rainbowstraut on 8tracks Radio.

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1)Good to Sea-Pinback
2) Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings-Father John Misty
3)Reckoner- Radiohead
4) Sleeping Lessons(RAC remix)- The Shins
5) Für Hildegard von Bingen- Devendra Banhart
6) You're A Wolf- Sea Wolf
7) My Only Swerving- El Ten Eleven
8) Seville- Pinback
9) Brackett, WI- Bon Iver
10) For 12- Other Lives
11) Love is All- Tallest Man On Earth
12) Boots of Spanish Leather (live)- The Lumineers
13) Between the Bars- Elliot Smith
14) Crazy- Dave Matthews Band
15) Re: Stacks- Bon Iver
16) Benjamin- Chelsea Wolfe
17) Black Tables- Other Lives
18) Glen Tells Kengo (live)- STS9
19) Sweetest Kill- Broken Social Scene
20) Leaves Fall- Mansions on the Moon
21) The Match- The Eastern Sea
22) Nancy From Now On- Father John Misty
23) Blue Veins- The Raconteurs
24) Dogwalkers of the New Age- Breathe Owl Breathe
25) Sweet Sure Gone- MV&EE

Empty Warmth of the Bed

“Enough has been made out of the cool side of the pillow. Enough with it. It’s just an unused side, nothing more and nothing less. A pillow with potential. It’s just lying there, naked by the headboard. Plenty has been made about the empty warmth of the bed too. The side of the bed, previously occupied, just recently deserted for a different bed. It’s never meant a better bed, necessarily, just a different one, one with different sheets and blankets, different pillows for sure and without question, a different person to share it with. Plenty has been made out of how that warm, oblong shape of space that we can run our hands over and get burnt by the touch is like an obscenity to behold, to have to behold. There’s no way around it. It’s not the same as the warm spot that gets left in the mornings, when the alarm clocks beckon our better half away to an appointment or a job. This is the permanent kind of heat loss. It’s there and then it’s gone like a vapor, the scent of those limp, resting limbs and necks still reeks like betrayal and love, more love, no - more betrayal.”

»—-> WORDS BY SEAN MOELLER (from bon iver)