| Joanna Newsom – Inflammatory Writ Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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she's yelling at her man, y'all. it's one of the few things we're good for. picture him sitting at his desk, and she's watching him ignore her, he's pulling his hair out in anguish tryin to figure out if he "deserves her." "even mollusks have weddings" but you can't even look up at me cuz your face is too far into a book trying to find a legal precedent or philosophical something-or-rather to justify sharing a little love. she suggests that she was tying herself into the same knots until "advice from a master" performed a kind of intervention into her otherwise doomed to be neverending liberal arts white kid cycles of internalized frustration anguish and despair. sparks of inspiration and bursts of energy that are good for nothing but to post to a facebook wall (only good for recording, not living) of course this point of view can be extended to all sorts of relationships. I usually imagine a self-sacrificing activist pulling their hair over a manifesto that will never stick (cuz of the wild boars outside, whose movements we do not understand), never spread, and never mean anything except to the next impotent do-gooder that needs inspiration for their worthless manifesto. words and love are funny like that. |
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| Limp Wrist – Fake Fags Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| take it easy, boys. if you're going to pick on a band for hating mainstream anything (without adequate reflexivity) y'all should prolly start with a straight band. the dudes don't like mainstream homos i think that's pretty reasonable | |
| The Tallest Man on Earth – The Gardener Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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I think it's supposed to be "there ain't no cowboy in my hat." He wants to be free of people who know what he "really is" so that he can treat his partner better than he's treated anyone before. he's, literally or figuratively, killing off anyone who might know or care that he's an impostor or fraud (aren't we all) and using their bodies (or what they know about him) to nourish the set for his relationship with his partner. Anyone that knows that he's not always been a puppy dog or cowboy has to go if he's going to be the man he wants to be. Or you could say that he's imagining what it would be like to act on that urge to kill embarrassing friends and dudely competition/anyone who stares too long at his partner's ass. I think we've all been there. |
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