Monday Judgements and Warnings

I’m not the lord of your life or anything like that but I happen to know that Mumford and Sons are after you. With their colorful musical arrangements and their throaty, powerful vocals that sing about gonna and wanna and shoulda as if they’re being chased by a pack of wild Mustang stallions—they’re after you and there’s not a god damn thing you can do to stop them because their harmonies are like nine million underwater torpedoes crashing across the land aimed only for you, you precious little pip-squeek—waiting in a field, with an extra jacket and even though you believe Mumford and Sons to be too heavy on the ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum-dum-dum you run for cover every time you hear one of their raucous songs because, if the truth were to be told, you want to just have your morning orange juice, write in your journal and just rest.

Less Is Less,
Sheila Shush

12 Comments on "Monday Judgements and Warnings"

  1. Sarge says:

    And those vests. What is it, 1896?

  2. Mary says:


  3. midlyfemama says:

    I think they have actually only written one song, that they recorded 15 times under different titles.

  4. I am somewhat red-faced to admit that I had to go to You Tube and the Wikipedia to find out who these guys are. Having now heard them, I have this one thing against you, Cupcake, for making me hear their caterwauling.

  5. Little Lion Man’s gonna f*ck up your sh*t.

  6. Mary says:

    I looked them up on YouTube. I didn’t know who they were.