Some lovely boys from London at my house right now and Mr. Jody Buchman (and his buttcrack) are coming back into town from the Poconos on Saturday!) Let's do all our homework first, work on some writing, and then dye some 40ozs blue
I am going to die one day, and I don't want it to be overnight in a library.
"Fireworks" off Animal Collective's Strawberry Jam is one the best songs I know, mostly because of the lyrics.
I feel like if I were a songwriter, I would have wanted to write a song like Fireworks. Then when I heard it, I would have to become the person that cleans out the cages at the zoo. The most perfect thing I could have ever wanted to create would have already been done by someone else and 1000x's better.
Bedroom dancing. Because I love the words so much, I have done heavy googling of the lyrics so I could print them out, make hundreds of copies and toss them (thoughtfully) into the streets. But it's some bullshit that if you go online, ALL THE LYRICS SITES ARE WRONG. It's a fuckin conspiracy.
So I have listened to this golden jam again and again just to promote the correct translation of Avey Tare's poetry.
Now it's day, I've been trying to get that taste off my tongue I was dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm Attractive day in the rubble of the night from before Now I can't walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel my pores It's the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light Then I start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite
"What's the day?" "What are you doing?" "How's your mood?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired It's family beaches that I desire A sacred night, where we'll watch the fireworks The frightened babies poo They've got two flashing eyes and they're colored why They make me feel that I'm only all I see sometimes.
I've been eating with a good friend who said "A Genie made me out of the earth's skin" But in spite of her, she is my birth kin, she spits me out in her surly blood rivers All the people life lurking in dominions of a hot Turk dish (?) If elephants are reaching for our purses, meet me after the world cause you know (with the shivers.)
"What's the day?" "What you doing?" "How's your food?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire That sacred night where we watched the fireworks They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes And if they are color blind, they make me feel, that you're only what I see sometimes. And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire That sacred night where we watched the fireworks They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes And if they are color blind, they make me feel, that I'm only what I see sometimes.
editor's note: oh shit. instead of taking my word for it, you could also just go here: lyricalcollective
My friend Monica works for Clayton Patterson and has been editing the companion book to the CAPTURED documentary. She is amazing and has been working real hard. So you had better get your hands on a copy when it comes out and if you can make it to this screening too, cool.