Grizzly Bear - Easier
I know
I know
the doors won't close
the pipes all froze
just let it go
Argue with me
I've got plenty of dishes and time
cords in a bind
knots that we make
fatal mistakes
let's recreate an easier time
Because I still can't find you
From the retiring of the flag on campus yesterday. I was walking down the stairs to the basement of the JFSB when the familiar sounds of the National Anthem were broadcast across the campus sound systems (those hidden speakers above buildings like the ASB and the library). I scurried down to the entrance of the basement. I didn't want to be stuck there.
Oh man. Sometimes I'm rotten.
I swear somebody's leaking hazardous, maybe deadly, gas into the vents in my office.
Too bad I can hear it!
I've made a breakthrough. My body woke up naturally at 7:43AM. I hadn't set an alarm clock (which might have been tragic), but there I was, eyes opening naturally and my feet being forced to exit my little cocoon of satin sheets and onto my forest green carpet. After 2 1/2 years of 8AM work time, you'd think my body would figure out when it's supposed to be awake.
Turns out that going to bed at 11:20pm really does help (and maybe the heat being turned on).
Step 1: Read lyrics
Andrew Bird - Spare-Ohs
The finches and sparrows build nests in my chimney
what remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to protect
but their yolk isn't easy in fact it's a drag
as they're blowing through cornfields and mountains of rags
all over the suburbs
across the great lawns
crop-dusting gardens all over this town
but nobody cares when it gets in their hair
it gets in their lungs as it floats through the air
it gets in the food that they buy and prepare
but nobody cares when it gets in their hair
across the great chasms and schisms
and the sudden aneurysms
where the black ink will drip
across the crespice of your
eyes and your teeth
are worth more than you can spare-
-oh don't tell me that it just isn't fair
don't speak about the cycles of life
'cause your thoughts are so soft
I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife
and the wine made our mouths too loose
such a reckless choice of words
when you tell me that I'm too obstruce
I just thought it was a kind of bird
I just stood there not saying a word
Step 2: Watch
Take Away Show: Andrew Bird - Spare-Ohs
Step 3: What are these lyrics about?
'I had 26 chickens and now I have zero chickens. I wasn’t able to keep the raccoons away from the chickens. And then for a year after that happened the chicken feathers are still around from the massacre. There’s just hundreds and hundreds of sparrows around my barn and they were taking the chicken feathers and stuffing my chimney with them to make nests. And then I would have a fire and I would see the smoke coming out and I would see little feathers reminding me of how I let down the chickens. And the whole line, “Don't speak about the cycles of life 'cause your thoughts are so soft I could cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife.” The whole cycle of life thing was so apparent I was like, "Oh come on, this is just too obvious." Yeah, but then it also kind of talks about the implications of the cremations and the remains of animals and people floating and landing in our hair without us knowing it.'
some Blonde Redhead. Go ahead, just do it.
Maybe a song like Misery is a Butterfly, 23, The Dress, Harmony, or Spring and By Summer Fall. Just a few suggestions.
