#jacks mannequin

[narcissistcookbook]

This is niche, but I found a super clean recording of an entire Something Corporate show from 2003 on an old hard-drive

It's from St Louis, 12.12.2003

1. Fall

2. Punk Rock Princess

3. 21 and Invincible

4. As You Sleep

5. Drunk Girl

6. Forget December

7. She Paints Me Blue

8. Space

9. Wait

10. Konstantine

11. If You C Jordan

12. Only Ashes

13. Down

14. I Woke Up in a Car

15. Hurricane

I'll be putting it up on YouTube soonish, but here it is in mp3 format

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there was nothin' we could do, it was dark blue...

[tomsmusictaste]

Jack's Mannequin // The Mixed Tape

[dark-eyed-rusalka]

ponds made from records! 1. lake song - the decemberists 2. wastland, baby! - hozier 3. line without a hook - ricky montgomery 4. swim - jacks mannequin 5. never love an anchor - the crane wives

[gabby-i-guess]

*calls into the Tumblr void*

If there are still any Something Corporate fans around, how are we all doing after the latest 2 releases?

Bc I. am. loving. them. The vibe? Immaculate. The lyricism? Exemplary. The music? A vibe. 10/10. Please lord let them come to Australia

[alldisconopanic]

pics i got on my digital camera >:DD

[sensitivethugsneedhugs]

Lyrics as art. Gorgeous work.

Credit Jeffrey Czum (Instagram)

[destroyxsomethingxbeautiful]

[coppertophomegurl]

[hitcita]

sometimes perfection can be

it can be perfect hell, perfect hell

[mararamma]

I swim for brighter days despite the absence of sun.

[sleepyprincessproblems]

🧼Bath Playlist Faves🧴

Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid (1948)

[sleepyprincessproblems]

Coming at you live from the most sparkly bath I've ever seen! We've got a bottle of sangria! We've got a bunch of joints! We've got the entire album "Everything in Transit" by Jack's Mannequin!!! Might stay here forever btw??

[gabby-i-guess]

MFEO.

Made for each other.

It was one of the songs I thought of as us, me and the boy with the doc martens and the sad backstory. I didn't know yet, how bad he was going to hurt me. How we'd tear each other apart.

But then, maybe I did know. Maybe some part of me could feel it coming even then, all the pain and misery and heartbreak.

Because it never was a love song.

MFEO by Jack's Mannequin

Oh, maybe we were made for each other. Is it possible for the world to look this way forever?

The chorus's sentimental words, the melody's relentlessly cheerful tone - it almost sells it. Almost convinces you that the verses are about being young and free and full of love and life.

Almost.

I'm always in the haze of a car crash, the orange air bag dust covers everything... everything...

That line... it's not right. Aren't we happy? Aren't we young and free, getting high with our friends without a care in the world? Don't we wish this could last forever?

The vocals rise desperately, then fracture under their own weight and fall back. But the melody, manic and unforgiving, drags the song on into the chorus again.

Oh, maybe we were made for each other. Is it possible for the world to look this way forever?

But this time, the vocals' exhaustion wins out, pulling the melody down with it. The song slows. The music fades.

And then, just as it seems like it's going to come to an end, a new piano riff comes in, soft and tentative and delicate. Then the bass. Then the drums and the guitar and the vocals, humming out the new chorus.

You can breathe. You can breathe now. You can breathe, but the air is running out.

And the verses now turn to desperation, to temptation, to "just one last time".

You cannot forget. Skin new. Hands true. My hands all over you. So what's another night? The seat's rolled back, they can't see through.

The song finally comes to an end with the drums taking centre stage, beating out a relentless, insistent rhythm as both choruses echo weakly over each other.

Maybe, maybe we were made for each other. You can breathe but the air is running out. And maybe, maybe, the world can look like this forever.

It brings the song full circle. Maybe we are made for each other. Maybe we're made to self-destruct, together. Maybe we're made to suffocate each other. And maybe it's worth it, to keep the last echoes of that manic high we had before.

MFEO.

Made for each other.