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beach house - 10 mile stereo

the heart is a stone and this is a stone that we throw
put your hand on this stone, it’s the stone of a home you know
they say we will go far, but they don’t know how far we’ll go
with our legs on the edge and our feet on the horizon

they say we can throw far but they don’t know how far we throw
with our legs on the edge, and our feet on the horizon
the heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw
they say we will go far, but they don’t know how far we’ll go

it can’t be gone, we’re still right here
it took so long, can’t say we heard it all
limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever

this push and pull is the force of a wave of time
in the heat of the night, we would cry, you are not mine
they said we would go far, but they don’t know how far we’d go
‘cause this heart is a stone, and this is a stone that we throw

it can’t be gone, we’re still right here
it took so long, can’t say we saw it all
limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever

it can’t be gone, we’re still right here
it took so long, can’t say we felt it all
limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
love’s like a pantheon, it carries on forever 

a month has passed by since the start of 2011. about a week ago I was at Laneway listening to Beach House playing this song. I cried a little… somehow just listening to this song, and Sweet Disposition overwhelmed me emotionally. maybe because I’ve been throwing myself into school, using it as an excuse to hold this emptiness in for far too long. just running blindly and hoping that I’m going the right way. I turned 20 slightly more than a month ago but I still feel so lost, and time seems to be slipping all too easily through my fingers. I’m so afraid of the future. Of waking up one day and realizing I’m in a job I don’t like, surrounded by people I don’t like. Realizing I’m someone I don’t like. I’m so afraid but I don’t even know what I want.. and that’s the worst part of it. Sweet Disposition reminds me of quiet mornings two years ago, solitude and freedom washed in weak sunlight; 10 Mile Stereo, a time when things seemed like they could be fresh and new. Am I still in the same place as I was then? 

(Source: butnaturemore)