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Single fold sick insert design in junk
Grocery bag sleeve all the colors drunk
Texts of confusion and joy
Pink plastic pressing for bratfink
That's right
He's gone
Wrapped up
Chiffon
Sealed tight
Hung up
Street mouth
Sad pup
Shards of sweet shine of voice and flute
Street mouth decodes the blue sking
Dude
Girlfriends will love the way we clip
Our split release on the thrashman
On top
A drop
Fake blood
Fresh mud
They're gone
For good
Except
This one
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
O mother Africa awake your son
To all the mommas with the money eyes
This kind of love comes as no surprise
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
Purring notions of the dripping dream
We've been searching for the cream dream wax
Lathe killers make the meters crack
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Purring notions of the dripping dream
The kinda girls with the money eyes
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
O mother Africa awake your son
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
To all the mommas with the money eyes
Purring notions of the dripping dream
This kinda love comes in any size
Sensation shaking us from sleep
Hey Ethiopia were free
The dripping dream in cream-o-wax
Disk drops from yr hand and it cracks
Grocery bag sleeve all the colors drunk
Texts of confusion and joy
Pink plastic pressing for bratfink
That's right
He's gone
Wrapped up
Chiffon
Sealed tight
Hung up
Street mouth
Sad pup
Shards of sweet shine of voice and flute
Street mouth decodes the blue sking
Dude
Girlfriends will love the way we clip
Our split release on the thrashman
On top
A drop
Fake blood
Fresh mud
They're gone
For good
Except
This one
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
O mother Africa awake your son
To all the mommas with the money eyes
This kind of love comes as no surprise
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
Purring notions of the dripping dream
We've been searching for the cream dream wax
Lathe killers make the meters crack
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Purring notions of the dripping dream
The kinda girls with the money eyes
Howling scriptures to the mother earth
O mother Africa awake your son
Caught shadow
In sex meadow
Little darlings describe the scene
To all the mommas with the money eyes
Purring notions of the dripping dream
This kinda love comes in any size
Sensation shaking us from sleep
Hey Ethiopia were free
The dripping dream in cream-o-wax
Disk drops from yr hand and it cracks
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Lyrics are hard to decode. The morphing of a record collector into the actual material he's collecting quote by Thurston makes sense in some parts.
this is a very pretty song. as for what it's about, it does indeed sound like some of it is about record collecting, mainly the first verse. but that middle vocal section, where the melody changes (howling scriptures, caught shadow, little darlings etc.) must have something to do with romantic fantasies. the two themes seem to mix in the last verse.
But now the optimistic part for which I wish to thank this website and the users who have posted comments here:
Thanks for these explanations. Hearing that it's not just about dirty stuff is a relief (romantic ideals is actually kind of sweet if that's what it is), and I can now listen to it happily. Thanx ;)
In our modern world (evoked in the first verse) there is no chance for obtaining what the "little darlings" observe but don't really understand. It's a dream that always falls flat. Everyone is "searching" for "the cream dream wax" (maybe having something to do with this ideal of love) but in the end it cracks.
the lyrics are really abstract though and this is just my own personal projection of meaning. I'm probably wrong, it's just sort of what I see.
Oh, also I think "this kind of love comes as no surprise" to mothers because they understand what true love is and it has nothing to do with our romantic ideals.
the "that's right/he's gone" parts are sexy and edgy, i love it.
the instrumentation in this song is amazing too, as joel_switzer said. the hooks & melodies are stunning.
yeah, absolutely no idea what the lyrics are about. it seems pretty idealistic, but i'm getting hints of murder/crime in there:
"he's gone, wrapped up, fake blood, lathe killers", etc.
but yes, very abstract, could be about anything.
thurston makes it all sound so cool though. =]