Then, put 10 gallons of ale...and a cock into two quarts of sack, and put to it five pounds of raisins of the sun – stoned; some blades of mace, and a few cloves.
"The Closet of the Eminently Learned Sir Kenelme Digby Kt. Opened,” 1677.
The Black Keys “Sinister Kid” is wholeheartedly my favorite jam of the summer. As it inspires me to do ill-advised backflips off of rope swings into the American River and break my fingers still intertwined with rope, it makes me think of all the heart-attack emergency room visits my 1yr old son is bound to give me as he plays out the folly of his own youth. In this particular fantasy of my kid’s potential future, its the mid-seventies and he’s hittin’ the abandoned pools Z-boy style.
photo via mymilkteeth
“A sinister kid
Is a kid who
Runs to meet his maker
A child thats sprinting
The day hes born
Straight into his Makers arms
And thats me, thats me
The boy with the broken halo
That’s me, thats me
The devil wont
Let me be”
