Summertime Clothes(Lyrics) -Animal Collective

SUMMERTIME CLOTHES

Sweet summer night but I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking, the AC squeaks and
A voice from the clock says, "You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but
My bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved
You slide down your stairs to the heated street
The sun has left us with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you and go out

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Hump for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip up your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
Dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes,
Nowhere to go while our bodies blow
But we'll greet the dawn with morning blues
In purple yards we'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you

When the sun goes down, we'll go out again
When the sun goes down, we'll get wet again
Don't cool off, I like your walk

I see the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it whets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through the window screen
It's a restless cause that I cannot hide
So much of my mind, man, it spills outside
Do you want to go stroll down the financial streets?
Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep
Because there's no one pushing for a place
The ins and outs of an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you
Just you, just you, just you.

Also Frightened (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

ALSO FRIGHTENED

Ghosts came crowding around and then
I woke, you slept there on your side
From our window, two lanterns draw signs on the night
And light our two shadows I watch with delight
Will I want them to be who they will be
Or to be more like their dad

Will it be just like they're dreaming
Will it be just like I'm dreaming
Will it be just like they're dreaming
Will it be just like I'm dreaming

The influence is relative
Maybe I should let them
Maybe we should let them
And I have a question:

Are you also frightened?

And no one should call you a dreamer

My Girls (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

MY GIRLS

There isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house

I don't care for fancy things
Or to take part in a precious wait
And to provide the man you ask
I will, with heart, on my father's grave

I don't mean
To seem like I care about material things
Like a social status
I just want
Four walls and adobe slabs
For my girls

In The Flowers (Lyrics) -Animal Collective

IN THE FLOWERS

Met a dancer
Who was high in a field
From her movement
Caught my breath on my way home
Couldn't stop that spinning force
I felt in me
Everything around seemed to giggle glee
She walked up with a flower and I cared


Got a dancer
Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythms
But I'm always away for weeks
That pass slow my
Mind gets lost
Feeling envy for the kid who'll dance despite anything
Oh while out in the flowers I feel better

If I could just leave my body for the night

Then we could be dancing
No more missing you while I'm gone
There we could be dancing
And you'd smile and say, "I like this song"
And when our eyes will meet there
We will recognize nothing's wrong
And I wouldn't feel so selfish
I won't be this way very long

To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time
To hold you in time

While we were dancing
Early hours
Drunken days finally ended
And the streets turned for a pillowcase
Then I fumbled our good lock
Then the ecstasy turns to rising light
Through our windowpane
Now I'm gone
I left flowers for you there

Shhh
You're a dancer
I'm a dancer

Animal Collective [Merriweather Post Pavilion] Lyrics

This is one of the best albums I have ever come across.

This is the track listing:

01. In The Flowers[5:22]
02. My Girls[5:41]
03. Also Frightened[5:14]
04. Summertime Clothes[4:30]
05. Daily Routine[5:46]
06. Bluish[5:14]
07. Guy's Eyes[4:31]
08. Taste[3:53]
09. Lion In A Coma[4:12][LYRICS MISSING]
10. No More Runnin'[4:23]
11. Brothersport[5:59]
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Heima (Home) [2009!]..?

H E I M A

Walking down on the foggy, frosted roads of desolation after a night of ecstasy, bewilderment, alienation, heartbreak and adrenaline where does one go to rest the destruction? Where is home? The alcohol within me leads me the wrong way. The flashing lights of the highway look promising, cars flying down, driven by the wasted, driving on the ice and crashing into the wasteland, the wreckage of a generation forgotten. I turn around reluctantly and head home, or at least where I think it is. I’ll take the shorter way. But the guardians are sleeping, the hounds wake up to my hurried movements and they have bigger teeth than me. The dogs are barking away from the highway as I try to scale the fence to get home, they sense what is inside me, an impure feeling of greed, something is not right within, and the street dogs have found it, they reject me with foaming mouths and ferocious growls. I choose flight. I’ll have to go all the way around, the longer way.
I could crash any moment. The pavements look inviting and the alleys call out to me. What is the chance that I will wake up in the morning if I collapse here? The ill-lit street is nearly deserted, I walk as fast as I can, there are a few people at odd corners, draped in a shawl and waiting. Waiting for god knows what at one-thirty in the morning. But there is an unmistakable look of expectation and hope in their eyes as they look suspiciously at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have left, I am on the edge of my conscious horizon and a few more minutes at the party would have thrown me over. But I want to stay on the edge, from the edge you can see so much more. I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the centre. Kurt Vonnegut said that. God rest his soul. A good night? Perhaps, if I could just leave my confused fucking problems and issues that make no sense to me but still pull me back into depression. A rotten start to the year nonetheless. There was a better start to the year last time and the year turned out to be rotten. This time a rotten start to a great year? I fucking hope so.

Dylan

God said, "Let there be light, and there was Dylan".




So this is going to be my first post in a long, long time and since I cant be bothered to write something on a regular basis, I will be quoting Dylan lyrics everyday (hopefully everyday) and maybe my interpretation and what they mean to me.

So for today,

5th October, 2008.

"Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it"

-Song: Visions Of Johanna

Album: Blonde On Blonde

The picture on the top is the closest thing I could find on the internet that matched the imagery that manifests in my mind when I hear those lyrics. Visions Of Johanna is probably Bob's greatest song and some of the imagery that it sparks is just amazingly vibrant and celestial.