Monday, June 9, 2008

Animal Collective.

It has taken me an exceedingly long time to realize how emotionally invested I am in Animal Collective. They are playing in...Toronto in late July, and Rob and I were talking about going to Banff for Rob's music program there sometime around that same date. Maybe that'll be my road trip for the summer?

Anyways, I've always liked how Animal Collective SOUND. I've always been attracted to that - they are one of the bands I consider outside of a genre. Strangely, in the last couple weeks, I've really been focused on their songwriting (you can hardly understand a word they sing) and it is actually really idiosyncratic and wonderful to listen to. I say "strangely" because nearly this exact sentiment has been echoed by Gubs and Aaron totally separately. A couple posts down I mentioned I've been obsessed with Purple Bottle. The list continues with Cuckoo Cuckoo, #1 and Fireworks.

Part of it is the cadence. The words have this feeling of coming after or on top of the music, or conforming to the movement of the music. The end of sentences will land on the beginning of a new bar, or the rhyme and length of the line will change depending on what the next part of the song is doing. It is a really cool feeling. Here are the lyrics to Purple Bottle, and below are some videos for the other songs.

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?
You get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness
Never met a girl that likes to drink with horses
Knows her chinese ballet
Must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
When you show my purple gaze
A thing or two at night
Make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that i woud vomit
But I'll do that on mondays i dont have a work way
I like it when I bump you an accident's a truth gate
I'm humbled in your pretty limbs
I'll hold you dont you go
Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative, I know....

Well i'd like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
Could we live together and agree on the same wares?
A trapeze is a bird cage even if its empty and defintintely fits the room
And we would toooo

And my dear dear dear khalana
I talk too much about you
Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
Lets just talk together
You and me and me and you
And if theres nothing much to say
Well, silence is a bore

I've gotta big big big big heart beat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways
With good friendly homes?

Sometimes you're quiet and sometimes I'm quiet hallelujah
Sometimes I'm talkative and sometimes you're not talkative i know....
Sometimes you hear me when others they can't hear me. Hallelujah!
Sometimes I'm naked and thank god Sometimes you're naked. Well, hello.....

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?
When I saw you put your purple finger on me
There's a feelin' in your bottle
Found your bottle, found your heart
Gives a feeling from your bottled little part
(Repeat)

Hey oooooo

Gotta crush high
Thought I crushed all I could
Crushed all I can then I touched your hand
Crush high
Dont want it to stop
Cause stories of your brother make my crush high pop
And you couldnt really know cause its in my toes
And sometimes i wonder whered that crush high go
Crush high then i go and take some pills
Cause i cant do all of my dos and still feel ill
You get that whooooooo

Get back!
Whooo!
Get back!



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