Speaking of Louā¦
What he could do with noise he could do with words too. This is one of my favorite truly narrative songs, and for me the most disturbing. When a certain character comes in near the end and tells the main speaker to head outā¦ itās with a rotten, bone-chilling, evil nonchalance that makes me feel sick for participating. His indifference to life outside himself is complete, and he looks you dead in the eyes expects the same :(
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.
Malkmus is a master of the cheeky lyric but my favourite is from Stereo when him and Nastanovich sign the following: Malkmus:āWhat about the voice of Geddy Lee
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like and ordinary guy?ā Nastanovich:āI know him and he does!ā Malkmus:āAnd youāre my fact-checking cuzā Nastanovich:āAwwā Itās very sweet and fun.
