#Jesse got trapped in a coal mine

[youllalwaysfindyourwaybackhome]

which songs in your top 100 sit on your birth date, birth month, and birth year (e.g. last two digits - 1999/#99etc)?

[bywandandsword]

"Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine" by Goodnight, Texas has been living rent free in my head for a week and I ain't even mad about it

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

i haven’t done a tag game in forever so this was super fun. guess what my favourite music genres are lmao. shout out to @alilfroginacove for the tag!!

shuffle your ‘On Repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people

“Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine” by Goodnight, Texas

“The Chain” by Ingrid Michaelson

“Somethin’ Bout A Truck” by Kip Moore (this is because i replay his song “Beer Money” constantly and this is the song that almost always follows it up)

“Friends on the Other Side (Disney Villain Mash-Up)” by Thomas Sanders

“Le réel” by Gang Of Youths

“Way of the Triune God - Hallelujah Version” by Tyler Childers

“Dearest Sarah” by Goodnight, Texas

“Diane” by Cam

“Sold (The Grundy County Auction Incident)” by John Michael Montgomery

“Panthers on the Mountainside Live at Howard Theatre” by John Charles Dwyer, Michele Buzbee, and Sarah Doreen Macphee

alrighty uhhh hey mutuals here we go. no pressure for this of course @aranealux @lastwave @dynastesdyke @transsexual-dandelions @you-are-constance @breadluvr49 @antichrists-little-brother @haniawritesthings @disabled-dragoon @markedbyindecision

[linoguy]

ty for tagging ana @wantbytaemin 🤎🤎🤎 put your spotify on shuffle and post the first five songs that pop up and see which ones your mutuals think best represents you!

i tag: @inloif @rainknow @sesuavity @linoyes @kpopsuppository !!

[cinnamonrollsledge]

Track List:

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

I'm With You - Vance Joy

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Wagon Wheel - Old Crow Medicine Show

What is Life - George Harrison

j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey

Pay No Rent - Turnpike Troubadours

Blue Eyes - Cary Brothers

Sea of Love - Cat Power

Forever & Always - Zeph

What Would I Do Without You - Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors

Cruel World - Active Child

You - Keaton Henson

Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine - Goodnight, Texas

Work Song - Hozier

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie

(P.S. Check out this playlist by @theweirdgoodbyes for more Hilldane vibes)

[vanhelsingapologist]

I am requesting goth country music recs!

You got it! Now, obviously goth is its own thing. Has its own sound. In my post, I meant more than there are gothic themes in country music, so you won’t find like, Sisters of Mercy wearing cowboy hats. Some of this is Southern Gothic, some of this is simply alt-country music with dark themes. You’ll also get bluegrass and Americana (which is sort of where rock and country meet). I tried to keep this mostly country since that’s what you asked, but I overlapped a lot and I tried to keep the sound diverse!

• Old Number Seven by The Devil Makes Three. The Devil Makes Three is a band based out of California but Bluegrass and Country make up a majority of their discography. They also have I Am The Man Thomas.

• Decoration Day by The Drive By Truckers. They’ve also got a great one called Where The Devil Don’t Stay. This is alt-country and rock. This particular one is sung by Jason Isbell, who’s my favorite country/americana artist. He’s from Muscle Shoals, Alabama and has a song that got pretty popular called If We Were Vampires.

• Hypothermic by Goodnight, Texas. I wasn’t sure if I should put this on because they verge on folk, but I’ll be real, there’s so much stylistic overlap that folk, Americana, and country are like triplet sisters by this point. A better example would be Jesse Got Trapped In The Coal Mine, and Tucumcari on account of their twang. They’re from North Carolina.

• E. Watson by the Decemberists. The Decemberists are from Portland, Oregon and are pretty well-known for their indie folk. That being said, E. Watson is a murder ballad and is sort of undeniably a country song.

• Barton Hollow by The Civil Wars. They’re a group out of Nashville, famously collaborated with Taylor Swift. Nice balance of male and female vocals.

• Appalachian Witch by Gallows Bound. Virginia band known for using punk influence to play bluegrass. It’s pretty sick.

• Highwomen by the Highwomen. They’re supergroup of country music singers, all of which have some kickass discography, but this one is darker. My personal favorite in the group is Amanda Shires, who has a great song called Hawk for the Dove. She and Jason Isbell also did a cover of the song I Follow Rivers and made it pretty country!

• Ain’t No Grave by anyone. I like the Johnny Cash version, but I also like Crooked Still. I think it works best with female vocals, I don’t know! It’s an OLD gospel-blues folk song.

• While we’re on the topic of old folk songs, House of the Rising Sun and all its covers. Gothic as bats. Wayfaring Stranger by Rhiannon Giddens is also fantastic.

• Graves by Whiskey Shivers. They call themselves a ‘trashgrass’ band and they’re based out of Texas. One of the best country bands out there in my opinion. Real dark material, sometimes, too.

• Magnolia Blues by Adia Victoria. Honestly, her entire discography fits that dark gothic country style. She’s one of the more talented artists I’ve heard in a while. You Was Born To Die is great too.

• Up The Devil’s Pay by the Old 97’s. This is an alt-country song by an alt-country band from Texas. They also have a song called Am I Too Late? which is a song about being in love with a corpse. I Don’t Wanna Die In This Town and I’m Good With God is a great contender for this list too.

• Bury Me In Georgia by Kane Brown. Some people miiight categorize this as bro country. I disagree, but it’s definitely more in line with what you’ll hear on the radio. Kane Brown is from Tennessee and he honestly kicks the hell out of any song he’s in.

• Alabama by Bishop Gunn. I think they’re from Natchez, Mississippi. More death, more problems, more religion, more rotting in the South.

I hope this is helpful! It’s mostly modern stuff, but if you want older, I have that too.

[thewalkingfishttrpg]

Whose ready for "Jesse" friday?

[shrikeicee]

I need to know more about Riley and Emma. Stat.

i told u everything i have about them in my last post but ill brainstorm some more stuff just 4 u (and also compile assorted information)

riley was initially inspired by There's an Ancient God in The Caves by The Dark Somnium(good story i recommend watching it) and Jesse Got Trapped In a Coal Mine by Goodnight, Texas

rileys voiceclaim is For The Departed by Shayfer James. is also just kind of her General Song, for the fact that she's giving up on his humanity despite never reaching out because he's so confident that she'll be rejected and killed. 

emma is a relatively new side character so she doesnt have a ton of information and thought put into her like riley does

ive thought of a few explanations for rileys mutation thing but i think its more fun if it stays unexplained cause no one in the story knows what happened

fun fact i have 3 (three) ocs named riley. its a good name

riley goes by he/she

the fact that riley's an old timey coal miner was inspired by Miner's Mountain by Bennett Pellington on yt

riley and emma's story takes place in tennessee, specifically in Rocky Top, but it was called Coal Creek until the 1930s

here's riley's playlist, i might redo it at some point

riley's father was killed in a hunting incident when he was young, so he and his mother have been close with emma's family for a while. (riley's and emma's mothers are sisters)

[zaunrising]

Time is a funny thing.

It was late at night, or perhaps early in the morning. That odd in between time when no one was quite sure if they should be saying good eve, or good morn. It didn’t particularly matter regardless. This, was The Last Drop. Time wasn’t measured in terms of night or day. It wasn’t measured by breakfast and dinner, sun and moon, or even by the normal working hours of the various businesses around it. No, time here was measured by drinks poured, the loudness of conversation, and the music being played. A period with lots of drinks, conversation bustling throughout the club, and hard pounding music might be the high time. Daytime, one might say, or if one preferred the “good” time of the evening. No customers, and boxes getting moved in and out for supplies might have been dusk or dawn. Anything in between? Late at night, or early in the morning, to one degree or another. Time never truly obeyed any conventional rules at The Last Drop. Some conversations stretched throughout an entire day, but only lasted for an hour or two. Some games lasted for a few hours, but stretched nearly out a day entirely.

Time? Inviolable? Tell that to a man who cared. Tell that to a Piltie. Not to the owner of The Last Drop. Not to Silco. Not to one of the most powerful men in the area who ruled his territory as he saw fit.

People created time, and measured it as they saw fit.

Control people, and you create their time.

You, tell them how to measure it.

Outside The Last Drop, time moved as it always did. Obedient to clocks, the sun, the moon, day, night, and human schedules. Silco was not outside The Last Drop however, he was inside, and time shifted.

Late at night, so very late it was near dawn and so in truth it was so very early in the morning. Almost no one else in the club except for a few employees attending to things, and perhaps some minuscule number of patrons. Quiet, peaceful, and for a moment it seemed as still as things could ever be. Leaving his coat in his office, Silco had ended up in the middle of the dance floor with his sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, as he had used to wear them years ago. Head tilted ever so slightly, he could very nearly hear the bustle of a tavern he’d spent time at, so long ago it felt now like another life. One eye closing for a second so brief it seemed more like a blink, Silco’s other eye stared blazing forward, reminding anyone that glanced over of the truth of who Silco was. Silco’s blurred vision rendered near useless with an explosion of orange, and fiery red reminded him that whatever bustle he might be hearing from the past… was, in fact, from another life. A life that had died in a river with a friend standing over him, and a moment of desperation. Two men as close as men could be, both left with scars, and both changing irrevocably as a result.

Sometimes, though, the past could return in some small way. Even if only for a short while.

Struck by sudden impulse, Silco moved forward to the jukebox and punching a quick series of numbers into it flipped to a record few could access. He wasn’t ashamed of it, and couldn’t be bothered to hide it, but it wouldn’t do to have the atmosphere in The Last Drop suddenly shift because of someone hitting the wrong kind of song. A song years old, and one that brought him back to his childhood for a few short minutes. Eyes open, and staring into the past, his lips parted to sing softly along with one particular song as his hands rested on the jukebox.

“Jesse got trapped in a coal mine, digging in the dark black pearl. Jesse got trapped in a coal mine, never did marry his girl. There ain’t no air, and there ain’t no light, and there ain’t no way to make it out alive. His wedding was planned for the 5th of July, but Jesse got trapped in a coal mine and never did marry his girl. Your hands get black and your eyes get burned, your lungs get tired and poor. It draws you in like an opium den, and beckons you back for more.”

The vaunted Eye of Zaun for three minutes and fifty-three seconds stood at a jukebox softly singing along to a song. His voice soft enough few could hear, but the club was quiet enough it could be picked up if someone wanted. A song about, of all things, a miner who never made it back and a woman left to grieve alone. No revolution, no strife, no call for violence. No deep pounding beat to get people dancing, no soft sounds of love for people to smile to, but also no easily ignored background noise this. Just a song about a miner, and loss, and a reminder that sometimes people don’t make it even when they fight as hard as possible. Of course, just because people don’t make it doesn’t mean they aren’t remembered.

Sometimes, Silco wondered how long it took for Jesse to meet his second death.

How long before Jesse was forgotten by all, and died a second final time.

Sometimes he wondered which was more important.

That Jesse had tried as hard as he could to make it back, or that the man had died.

Did the attempt alone grant its own kind of honor, and respect?

Could failure remove all the honor, and respect?

“Down, down on her knees, she cried. My love is somewhere in that mountain.”

As the song faded, Silco’s one good eye blinked, and he pulled himself back into the present. Hitting a button had the jukebox flip to some random record. Silco couldn't care less what played next. One slow steady calm breath as he turned, and pulled his sleeves back down to their normal position, buttoning them properly while heading to the bar.

Time was malleable. Time shifted, and could at times be hard to define. Time, however, always passed, and always moved forward. Not even Silco could change that. Not even in The Last Drop could that be changed. Time moved forward, and so it was time for Silco to return to the present and move with it.

Some, however, might say Silco had never moved with time. Not really. You might say he had been frozen in time during one particular night.

A night on which trusted, perhaps loved, hands had shoved him underwater. Trusted hands tried to kill him, and although he’d never admit it… had.

One man had been lost in pitch black, polluted water.

Another man, seemingly immovable, and unstoppable, had climbed out of that water. Someone that refused to bend, or change with time. Someone that deep within still felt that water drip from him, and that pain in an eye suddenly lost. A man who, even as he climbed out of the water, had kept so much of it with him, he might as well have never left. Time passed, but some moments never quite ended. Some moments kept a person frozen within them, and made it near impossible to step away.

On some nights though, be it for a minute, three minutes, or five minutes, for however long a particular song might last. A frozen moment thawed, and someone else pushed forward.

On some nights… a person might catch a glimpse not of Silco the Industrialist, the revolutionary, the Eye of Zaun. Some nights a person might catch a glimpse of Silco the miner, a man who years ago had fought, and drank, and loved, and worked right alongside everyone else. A man who had died in a river.

A man who still on occasion awoke, and wondered what Zaun was becoming.

A man could stand in another’s boots, on some nights, for as long as a song. After that, however, the owner returned, and a cold gaze turned to anyone who thought to question him or his choice of song a moment earlier. After all, time never stopped, and it never went backwards. At least, not for long.

Not even at The Last Drop.

[original-spoiled-princess]

my new favorite from the spooky banjo time playlist.

[swaggpdf]

some school doodles

it looks like i gave hunter one tooth help 😭

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[thedawner]

It’s 7:50 am and my brain has ‘Jesse Got Trapped In A Coal Mine’ on repeat.

[transcaster]

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This is several lines but this song is so. Anyways Jesse Got Trapped In A Coal Mine by Goodnight, Texas

[discount-shades]

🎶let spotify predict your 2024!🎶

shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024

Thank you @desert-fern for the tag... this is going to be weird and probably depressing.

January - Copperhead Road by Steve Earle

And then the Sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama crying, knew something wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

February: Jesse Got Trapped in a Coal Mine by Goodnight, Texas

There ain't no air and there ain't no light And there ain't no way to make it out alive His wedding was planned for the 5th of July But Jesse got trapped in a coal mine and never did marry his girl

March: 24 Frames by Jason Isbell

You thought God was an architect, now you know He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow And everything you built it's all for show, goes up in flames In 24 frames

April: Live Oak by Jason Isbell

There's a man who walks beside me He is who I used to be And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me And I wonder who she's pinin' for On nights I'm not around Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down?

May: Ophelia by The Lumineers

Oh, Ophelia You've been on my mind girl like a drug Oh, Ophelia Heaven help a fool who falls in love

June: Born Tough by Nikki Lane

I was born tough, torn up Hardened by time I've been let down, all around Discouraged by life And it gets hard not to cry So I have a thousand times Well, I was born tough

July: I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves

A cold shoulder at closing time You were begging me to stay 'til the sun rose Strange words come on out Of a grown man's mouth when his mind's broke Pictures and passin' time You only smile like that when you're drinking I wish I didn't, but I do Remember every moment on the nights with you

August: Hands on You by Ashley Monroe

I wish I was still half drunk Still tangled up Still making love But instead I'm alone in bed with you in my head Can't get you out of my head Mmm, mmm And my only regret

September: Emmylou by First Aid Kit

I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Just sing little darling, sing with me

October: East Side of Sorrow by Zach Bryan

18 years old, full of hate They shipped me off in a motorcade They said, "Boy, you're gonna fight a war You don't even know what you're fighting for"

November: That's How I'll Remember You by David Nail

A million perfect moments Go rushing through my brain Our first trip to the ocean Your first time on a plane When you look over your shoulder Baby, you can choose To remember me however you want to That's how I'll remember you

December: Life Ain't Fair and the World is Mean by Sturgill Simpson

That's the way it goes Life ain't fair and the world is mean

I was right. It is depressing. Lets hope this doesn't represent my year, especially the last song. 😂

[standingontheoverpassscreaming]

jesse got trapped in a coal mine.

he never did marry his girl.