Some scent of yourself that you can hold up high
To remind yourself that you didn't die
On a day that was so crappy whole and happy you're alive
You seem so bruised
And it's beautiful as it's reflecting off from you as it shines
You're in the bathroom carving holiday designs into yourself
Hoping no one will find you but they found you
And they took you
And you somehow survived
So wake up and if the holidays don't hollow out your eyes
Then press yourself against whatever
You find to be beautiful and trembling with life
Because I'm so happy you didn't die
"Three Peaches" by Neutral Milk Hotel, lyrics by Jeff Mangum from the album "On Avery Island" released in 1996.
I recently read on the E6 forums that the girl this song is about, a girl who was a friend of Jeff's, killed herself, fairly recently I believe. This was my favourite song from that album.




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This is my pet:
I dunno if that makes me crazy.
I don't really either... both are pretty much the same, all though it may be easier to translate from sheet music to instrument than from head to sheet music.
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This is my pet:
I dunno if that makes me crazy.
And yeah, getting the music onto paper, or even to play it on the instrument is rather difficult for me. Right now, there are numerous incongruencies in my musical abilities (or lack thereof.) My picking hand, for instance, is much better than my fretting hand, and the music I can imagine in my head is far more sophisticated than what I can generally play.
Yeah, well.... I could probably write better music than I could actually play, to be honest.
I come up with wonderful things for the piano, but have no clue what any of it would look like on paper. If one hand is better than the other, why not switch?
I could too, if it could go from my head to the paper. But that just doesn't seem to happen by itself.
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This is my pet:
I dunno if that makes me crazy.
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