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Shapes and Sizes - Island's Gone Bad
The mournful strings, well placed handclaps, and little guitar breakdown at the beginning of the song made me expect something completely different to happen next. Sad children on an island, nowhere to go. Crying. Running around all scared. No, instead we get the second singer bouncing off of trees, picking fruit, breathing ocean air in giant gulps. Singing all crazed and raving. Horns all over the place. Cannibalism? Indeed.
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Struggle in the Hive - Summer Nights
I'm not sure that I believe anything the singer is saying in this song. Summer nights are never these nostalgic sodium streetlight orange colored memories of making-out and walking around town in slow motion that he wants us to believe. This is almost like it's made up of every good memory he can think of strung together like some kind of archetypal "night that could never possibly happen but that happens every summer night". But, then again, no on ever said a song had to be true to be good. I love how it sounds like I remember my parent's basement.
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Shapes and Sizes - Island's Gone Bad
The mournful strings, well placed handclaps, and little guitar breakdown at the beginning of the song made me expect something completely different to happen next. Sad children on an island, nowhere to go. Crying. Running around all scared. No, instead we get the second singer bouncing off of trees, picking fruit, breathing ocean air in giant gulps. Singing all crazed and raving. Horns all over the place. Cannibalism? Indeed.
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Struggle in the Hive - Summer Nights
I'm not sure that I believe anything the singer is saying in this song. Summer nights are never these nostalgic sodium streetlight orange colored memories of making-out and walking around town in slow motion that he wants us to believe. This is almost like it's made up of every good memory he can think of strung together like some kind of archetypal "night that could never possibly happen but that happens every summer night". But, then again, no on ever said a song had to be true to be good. I love how it sounds like I remember my parent's basement.
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posted by ian at 6:49 PM
2 Comments:
hey well done with the shapes and sizes post. aussi le Matt shane.
canada never lets go of my joy, my tiny little hands. thanks for shapes.
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