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chill song about the universal impulse to reinvent the self via geographic cure? or deeply haunting song abt obsession and murder?
May 10, 2024
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I wanna publish 'zines
And rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue
It doesn't hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I'd like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind, mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring
But if you're bored, then you're boring
The agony and the irony, they're killing me (whoa)
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fav losercore song from my fav losercore band (the strokes were losers who willed their coolness onto people. interpol were cool because they accepted their loserdom and didnt pretend otherwise)
i generally dk what tf the lyrics on any of these songs are saying actually but i like the imagery. and also this is what living in new york is like, not the less-than-zero black and white grain of Is This It.
New York is being thrown into a variety of situations and having no language for it. so you are left with feelings that morph into phrases like āshe says brief things/her loveās a ponyā or āfriends dont waste wine/when thereās words to sellā and āwill you put my hands away/will you be my manā.
does that make sense? does anything in this city make sense?
anyway: i rediscovered this song a couple of years ago and instantly the music video flashed in my brain. see the photo. it feels like itās from a kiyoshi kurosawa film (pulse not cure). it changed my brain chem and made me embrace the loserdom that is living in bushwickā¦i dont know what the obstacle is, but i have a good idea.
i generally dk what tf the lyrics on any of these songs are saying actually but i like the imagery. and also this is what living in new york is like, not the less-than-zero black and white grain of Is This It.
New York is being thrown into a variety of situations and having no language for it. so you are left with feelings that morph into phrases like āshe says brief things/her loveās a ponyā or āfriends dont waste wine/when thereās words to sellā and āwill you put my hands away/will you be my manā.
does that make sense? does anything in this city make sense?
anyway: i rediscovered this song a couple of years ago and instantly the music video flashed in my brain. see the photo. it feels like itās from a kiyoshi kurosawa film (pulse not cure). it changed my brain chem and made me embrace the loserdom that is living in bushwickā¦i dont know what the obstacle is, but i have a good idea.
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From āDots and Loopsā which is an all timer for me.
A song about trompe lāoeil artwork (ātrick the eyeā) that maybe isnāt about that at all - at face value, it seems more likely to be about seeking simultaneously to deceive while being open and honest about the fact you are deceivingā¦ an āitās complicatedā relationship song?
If you dig Stereolab, try to dig up some McCarthy tunes, Tim Ganeās first band (featured on the old C86 cassette which is also worth tracking down although you can hear it in full on the YouTubes). The left wing politics are similar and on tracks like these you hear them breaking away from the Smiths-jangle sound of the moment toward what they would become: https://open.spotify.com/track/5M4UHn0I5O9xvgIaiEhzFY?si=dHKv5WcHTES1gdVAvCdxSw&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A5PptRExr0j579qu7OrCxqt
Mar 9, 2025
