| Cold War Kids – I've Seen Enough Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I am too honest. But has anybody ever heard of Bon Iver- artist from Wisconson- great music. There is a song called Skinny Love and one of the lyrics mentions rope burn. Well I work in these wind towers and I was lowering equipment by rope. Well the load started to get away from me and this rope burned my hands. There is no accounting for this. There is no accounting for 'accident hands either. Or this song. Definately not out of friends or money but damn I feel some blowbeaten shame for peeing and missing the toilet. |
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| Fleet Foxes – White Winter Hymnal Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Oh my Sweet Jesus. I do say fair conjecture. Hm... Could you imagine being in a pack of foxes for a day? Four legged, soft, red, two feet off the ground- One time while deer hunting with shotguns. I am drive hunting with my family who are mostly second generation Norwegian hics-like myself. All of the sudden above me I hear Ka-BOOM not thirty yards above me on the border of the wood and a harvested field. I scrambled up to see what had happened. Had our hunting party shot a deer? Would we eat venison through the winter? No. My Uncle Dean had shot a fox with a 12 gauge slug. I remember seeing a more orange than red fox with a bullet hole in it. As a seventeen year old I was less than full of objection, by cause of the the assassin being my six four two fifty plus uncle almost shooting me. He was justified- He said the foxes kill the pheasants- other game. Much would I rather be a fox hunting a pheasant than a man. And catching the bird out of the air after running through the tall grass I would bring it back to my den quickly and indulge. Much like the tom cat that he shot a month ago. That was hiding in the pull behind combine that works no more- circa 1940 maybe. And he shot that with bird-shot anyway. Still Ben and I marveled at the marksmenship because the first shot only phazed? the wild cat and prompted it to try and flee to no avail when the black lab- Athena- gave pause to the fire arms and a chance for dean to re-position for the kill shot. I am no innocent son either. I tracked this predatory loner as it met its fate. Similar too- is the story of my grandfather shooting a hawk from the sky with a rifle. He said "Cocky Fucker." and then shot it out of the sky. I would not say much but I was coined the Hawk in college. So I should probably end there. I ain't gonna work on Shelly's farm no more. |
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| Fleet Foxes – He Doesn't Know Why Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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| Fleet Foxes – Mykonos Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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I don't know about meaning but after I found this song I had the most unusual thing happen to me. After this paritcular embarassing night with my old friend Dyonisus where he convinced me to throw my keys in the Zumbro river and and to test the consistency of plaster with my right hand, I found this song. That day I listened to this song several times, went running to it- great combination of endorphins - sincapations - emotions you know. I went to this rugby game, my roomate Dingo was there I had to get the house key. I don't like him that much anymore too anal. But he loaned me his Volkswagon and key and introduced my to his friend Pete. Pete looks pretty much like the bearded figures on the sides of Greek pottery or mosaic- and this little seed began to grow- but he is not Greek and he is the biggest liar. He claimed to have been A Golden Gloves champ twice, Dingo said there was no way. So listening to the Foxes' Sun Giant through the day drinking Bloody Marys I am reaching far back into the primordial experience where I turned myself into a Deamon. Visions and Archetypes of the Ancient purpose I saw hanging by only a thread of consciousness made my heart pump adrenaline and justifying my Ego to believe I was the chosen one. My Pain Body was in dire need of a full stomach that day but I was saved by this song playing on my I-pod shuffle. It didn't stop there- that night I dreamed I shut this door to a scene much like the album cover. The dust is what I remembered most. The severity of the door slamming closed rose up a cloud of dust. Not rows - rose- maybe just addiction- maybe the closure.... I don't know Aubrey stopped calling the day before, I lost my only programmable key to my Focus. I had to make friends with my roomate Dingo and his friend Greek Pete There's nothing I can say is there? But the dream I had was so real I tell you. The dust filled my lungs and me with the closeness to something more ancient- singular in universal experience. The history of the purpose. Hm... Several days ago The Current mentioned Fleet Foxes and I saw this fox run across the road then back again into the corn field. Why? A week earlier I am taking Naomi (Imoan backwards) home for the first time- shouldn't have been driving. Count em! Five of Victory's Golden Monkeys. And the current plays Mykonos in this incredible rainstorm on our first night. Why? Still today after another night with my protector. I am in Best Buy and looky there it's Fleet Foxes on sale for $11.99 And I am hear in my family's home listening to He Doesn't Know Why. Why? |
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