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I was wondering if anyone was reading this... I am in a lyrical mood today. Post some lyrics in the comments would ya?
Oh Comely, by Neutral Milk Hotel
Oh comely
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene
That was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess
Oh comely
All of your friends are letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes
Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend
You could need to say comforting things in your ear
But oh comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find here
Standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine you needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving
And pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen all under the garden
Was all you were needing when you still believed in me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me 50 years later
I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who are enemies are
Goldaline my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel
For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine
All I want is a proper cup of coffee,
Made in a proper copper coffee pot
I may be off my dot,
But I want a proper coffee from a proper copper pot
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots
They are no use to me
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a proper copper pot, then I'll have a cup of tea
... what can I say, I have kids.
Posted by: a different brett at April 12, 2007 10:34 AMAhah!! I love it!!
Posted by: beck at April 12, 2007 12:57 PMI was just listening to that CD yesterday! My favorite part:
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother
Were asleep in the trailer park
Such fantastic imagery!
Posted by: Justin at April 12, 2007 1:40 PMYeah, that whole album is about Anne Frank during WWII. It is crazy. Read the wikipedia link I posted.
Posted by: jeremie at April 12, 2007 3:47 PM