i want to
but won't
try to figure
him out.
his words are like
a baby's. genius but
incomprehensible.
"i am only a person!"
i want to
but won't
try to figure
him out.
his words are like
a baby's. genius but
incomprehensible.
"i am only a person!"
the only song other than wu-tang clan's "shame on a nigga" that is guaranteed to pull me from bad states. i dream of becoming a karaoke god to this.
i like to think this is eno's version of a love ballad. if it was given to me on a mix tape i would swoon.
"AND THERE WAS YOU."
the material is nothing groundbreaking. despite this opinion i now wish (even more desperately) that i were brown.
"damn she's fine!"
"you provoke a brother."
i'm talking Death to the Pixies Live at full volume. i'm talking who's ed but who cares. i'm talking 2:07 +.
holds one of the more special places in my soul. i fell into it at a lonelier time than now and hearing it now softens what was. that voice.
i like to think this is the pixies' verson of a love ballad. if it was given to me on a mix tape i would swoon.
lovely ladies disguising a proclamation of emancipation by being lovely ladies.
"go on! get out!"
i care for it because someone i care for cares for it.
"every time i turn around i find i'm shot."
makes me remember that disco is the coolest. this song has a great sense of urgency underlying a ridiculously danceable beat, the kind to which you eventually find yourself doing strange hippie arm waves as you chant "raining, raining!" ... not to mention an essentially perfect chorus.
quintessential 90's singing over 60's drum/bass. i tend to request this when drunk.