of Montreal - the events leading up to the collapse of Detective Dullight
there was Jello in the fingerprints…
it’s coming to something
I don’t know what
a Grotesque Animal
like, nothing helped me keep up with you
so I struggled forward until I saw you
philosophising notions of desire.
and, with nothing, you courted me
and, by-and-by, you caught up with me
willingly, I dove into your fire.
but nothing like the dream of you
no love helped me agree with you
it made me sick to have your face near mine.
and nothing held me close to you
I couldn’t give my soul to you
a clumsy kind of nothing left at all
… like need, or whatever, that feeds itself
with its own meaning, or it’s own means.
like drowning in fire, or fire drowning in itself.
all I want—all I want just now—is to listen to these bands, and to be adored.
I want to post all the lyrics. I need to. but none of them—no selection of lines—can do justice to this fucking passion. I suppose it’s a drug … the poetry, I mean. it’s the verge of ecstasy, but without means of delivery.
of Montreal - gronlandic edit
I’ve absolutely posted this before. but, like, physics makes us all its bitches.
(hope I’m not erasing myself.)
of Montreal - Death isn’t a Parallel Move
but they’re not.
of Montreal - we were born the mutants again
so I have undertaken to create an of Montreal ‘best of’ mix for a friend.
doing this is—for me—a bit like trying to arrange the shots in a bottle of tanqueray in order of preference. interestingly, paste blogged their own of Montreal list this morning. but theirs reads—more than much else—like an attempt to prove the author knew-about-the-band-before-they-were-cool (or whatever).
and I am totally intent. I had some pretty grand ideas about arranging things thematically, which I’ve pretty much had to abandon. because selecting only twenty-three songs requires so much compromise.
but I’ve still a little way to go …
of Montreal - I was never young