Daughter of Folk

track-city-bitch:

New Slang | The Shins featuring Iron & Wine (Live)

I could listen to this forever. 

(via dignifiedanddainty)

spinningininfinity:

So I wrote this song for my sister.  It was supposed to be a big surprise and I was going to give her a mix CD with this as the last track and not tell her about it except I was texting a friend “I wrote and recorded a song for Em!” and sent it and then thought, “…wait a second…”  Turns out I sent it to my sister.  DAMMIT.

So I’ll still give her the CD, but since she knows about it this isn’t ruining anything.  I was going to post it afterwards anyway.

She’s leaving for the study abroad program for a few months and I am going to miss her terribly.  I’ve never really been away from her for a long time so I’m really dreading it.  But I’m so happy for her.  It’s such a brave thing to do.

So, here it is.  I recorded it kind of hastily.  It was my first time using garageband, the first song I recorded with my tenor guitar instead of my ukulele, and, overall, the first song I’ve ever written.  Six months ago I’d hardly ever even picked up a guitar, so really it’s a very sad excuse for a song, but I’m happy with it as a start.  I want to rerecord it sometime when I have more time (and don’t need to finish it immediately to give it to her on a CD).  I have a NASTY cold right now which I know is such a cliche excuse but…seriously, it’s true.

So be gentle.  It’s repetitive and simple, but I wanted to give her something before she went.

Bring a Bit of London Home for Me

You have to understand that I’m not mad

I’ve just never been asked to be on my own

But when you got the letter it showed me

What I didn’t want to see.

That you’ll trade in all your pillows for a boarding pass,

and you’ll shed all of the shadows all the others cast

because your mind was born for drifting

and your feet were made to tread.

But I will draw the lines on my map

For every new home you’re gunna see.

Bring a bit of London home for me before you leave

And the pieces of the places from the books we always read.

You always were the wanderer I wish that I could be

But I’ll be thumbing through my atlas just to keep you company.

How long have we wanted to get out of this town?

And I know that I might say it, but I’m sticking around

Because it’s easier to wake up in

The room you’ve always known.

But when you stop your finger on the globe you spun

You’re sitting in the kitchen but you’re born to run.

Your eyes are flying coastal

and you’re breathing in the sea.

But I will draw the lines on my map

For every new home you’re gunna see.

Bring a bit of London home for me before you leave

And the pieces of the places from the books we always read.

You always were the wanderer I wish that I could be

But I’ll be thumbing through my atlas just to keep you company.

You may forget what time we’re sleeping in the Garden State.

But I’ll answer all your phone calls any minute you’re away.

The world was never big enough for who you want to be.

But we both know that it’s bigger than the house you lived with me.

Bring a bit of London home for me before you leave

And the pieces of the places from the books we always read.

You always were the wanderer I wish that I could be

But I’ll be thumbing through my atlas just to keep you company.

This will always be the best thing.