and grace will lead me home.
now if you ladies were blackbirds,
if you ladies were thrushes,
i’d lie there for hours
in the cold, chilly marshes.
if you ladies were squirrels with high, bushy tails,
i’d fill up my shotgun
with rock salt and nails.
damn. this is flat gorgeous.
dear tumblr friends,
what new music are you listening to?
who are we missing out on?
who rips your heart out?
who makes you want to sing along?
who slays you?
who makes you obsess?
banjo appreciated, of course, but not required. ;)
(reblog with your answers. let’s get a list going.)
i’ll come running back to you. ♡
got on a lucky one,
came in eighteen to one -
i’ve got a feeling
this year’s for me and you,
so happy christmas,
i love you, baby,
i can see a better time
when all our dreams come true.
"i had a really hard earned - ya know, my 20s, the fact that i survived my 20s is a miracle. and i believe that wholeheartedly, that there’s genuinely no reason i can think of that i should be standing, er, sitting here right now, because i did everything to go the other direction. when i hit 30 for some reason it seemed to give me permission to relax a little bit." - justin townes earle
for where the prairie grass sways and the rivers wash you clean.
down to the river to pray. allison krauss.
when you get to asheville. steve martin and edie brickell.
this girl. punch brothers.
lost boys. paper bird.
fingers to the bone. brown bird.
annabelle lee. sarah jarosz.
i am a man of constant sorrow. soggy bottom boys.
wagon wheel. old crow medicine show.
i’ll fly away. gillian welch.
such great heights. joy kills sorrow.
a lady does not often falter. eli west.
these days. the bonfire band.
rock of ages. black prairie.
happy birthday, ryan adams. ♥
my heart is dancing to a november tune,
and i hope that you hear it
singing songs about you.
dear moving picture boys,
just give us the documentary already! please!