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We Haven’t Spoken in Weeks

Tell me
How much I don’t care
In words that bleed
From another mouth

I need to know more
About why I’m a
Vile, vile
Man.

You say you’re bursting open
At the seams
Well I’ve been burning down
This house

Personal effects and
Memories, once fond of me
Now brighten up the night sky
Not unlike the moon

And how it shines in darkness
To remind us that there are
Two kinds of caring,
Holding on, and Letting go

Vile, I am
So which kind of caring would
You expect?

  • Track Name

    Epilogue

  • Album

    Hospice

  • Artist

    The Antlers

tramampoline:

goodbyemisery:

The Antlers - Epilogue

seriously though this song, man, I think it’s secretly the best song on Hospice

You get through “Wake” and Peter’s just telling you “don’t ever let anyone tell you you deserve that” and it’s the most positive point on that whole emotional trip of an album, and it feels like you’re going to end on a high note

and then you enter the first verse of this song and it’s abject fucking terror; I love the motif of dreams on this album and “Shiva” is good too but, to me, this is the most viscerally affecting nightmare I’ve ever heard.

In a nightmare, I am falling from the ceiling into bed beside you. You’re asleep, I’m screaming, shoving you to try to wake you up. And like before, you’ve got no interest in the life you live when you’re awake. Your dreams still follow storylines, like fictions you would make.

So I lie down against your back, until we’re both back in the hospital. But now it’s not a cancer ward, we’re sleeping in the morgue. Men and women in blue and white, they are singing all around you, with heavy shovels holding earth. You’re being buried to your neck. In that hospital bed, being buried quite alive now. I’m trying to dig you out but all you want is to be buried there together.

You’re screaming, and cursing, and angry, and hurting me, and then smiling, and crying, apologizing.

“Wake” wants you to know that, hard as it may be, you can face your old friends, you can begin the healing process. But “Epilogue” reminds you that some scars don’t heal.

I’ve woken up, I’m in our bed, but there’s no breathing body there beside me. Someone must have taken you while I was stuck asleep. But I know better as my eyes adjust. You’ve been gone for quite awhile now, and I don’t work there in the hospital (they had to let me go.)

When I try to move my arms sometimes, they weigh too much to lift. I think you buried me awake (my one and only parting gift.) But you return to me at night, just when I think I may have fallen asleep. Your face is up against mine, and I’m too terrified to speak.

You’re screaming, and cursing, and angry, and hurting me, and then smiling, and crying, apologizing.

the part of this song where he’s just repeating that last line in a more and more strained and emotional voice is fucking destructive

Bought hospice on vinyl last weekend and fuck me, this song is life.

The Bear

It’s hard to walk
When you can barely get enough
Oxygen
To live through the
Next hour

She couldn’t walk
The twenty feet from her door
To yours
And you call it an act
Of god that

I just so happened
To be conscious at three in the
Morning
Conscious enough
To save her

The truth lies in
The simple fact that I’m always
Awake,
Vigilant, and your
Strength as a

Mother lies in
The simple truth that you barely
Care enough
To get out of your fucking
bed and

Do something

So I did it for you

Because it
Seems to be that I’m the only
One who
Understand that it’s hard to walk
When

You can barely hold on

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