Saturday, December 06, 2008

The sun's not yellow, it's chicken

A poet, first and foremost.

Was listening through it again for the first time this year. The lyrics kinda struck me differently this time, maybe because I wasn't really distracted this time by the scratchy vocals. Whole lot of surreal references and imagery mixed up with simple gritty rhythm backings. People just don't write songs like this anymore.

The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown
At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter

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