vicariousmorgenstern:

It’s incredibly uncomfortable when I try to explain to people that the same man who wrote these lyrics:

“With my feet upon the ground, I lose myself between the sounds.

And open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin.

I’m reaching up and reaching out

I’m reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.

Whatever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind, we may just go where no one’s been

We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.

Keep Going. Spiral Out.

Is the same man that wrote these:

“It won’t go down, it won’t go down

My cuntry boner won’t go down

My boner, my boner, my boner, it won’t go down.”

Goddammit, Maynard.