here it goes coming to the en of line for sporadic moments in time as my freedom in the outer world is loosed and back to the sandbox. another yet another band of the day. yes that's right!!! this one is special cause i got this almumn in like march when i needed good music bad back in mosul. when it came it trasported me and allowed me to take pen to paper realitively easily again. in a world where the self can get lost caught up in crazy moments of bombs exploding this shit did it for me.
i'm sure you know i am a lover of the modest mouse. but something few people seem to know about is the lead singers side project known as ugly cassanova. man this shit is a strange confluence getting folking and then sometimes synthed out. but the words and the stories take you away if you let them. my favorite track song is simple, the hotcha girls from the albumn sharpen your teeth. i gotta quote this one man b/c the words have so much feeling and they touch my memories so much.
"smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you do not you are rusting up so much then get
then get left alone
suck it up take a ride and take a walk
and don't you that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats,
pretty birds, pretty mouthes
mamas leg, the truck stop rose, dance, the feet the happy life
we were dropping dimes on the ponies
in the cold outside casting shadows
the mail came from miles away the postalman runs are always late
we left the teeth marks on the barrel of a gun, the crooked shack, the rusted tracks
we await
turns out the pony only had one train away from the truck stop boys
tired
they left me off on the cold road
smells like autumn, smells like leaves you don't know you're rusting up alone so much and then get left alone
suck it up take a ride take a walk
don't you know old folks homes smell so much like my own
i've been sly he's so appealing
wait outside
take your racks
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats, pretty birds, pretty mouthes
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits
the mail came from miles away, the postal man runs is always late
and we wait
tired lipped with the big ol' lip, the government workers all headed south while it rained
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
while it waits
it waits
to awake"
so that's it but it's a little complicated to write out in this format. btu man there's something so transcedent about it all. something harsh in the barely escaping from the autumn clouds sunlight that dapples down on these visions of some child.
well anyway enjoy,
chris
i'm sure you know i am a lover of the modest mouse. but something few people seem to know about is the lead singers side project known as ugly cassanova. man this shit is a strange confluence getting folking and then sometimes synthed out. but the words and the stories take you away if you let them. my favorite track song is simple, the hotcha girls from the albumn sharpen your teeth. i gotta quote this one man b/c the words have so much feeling and they touch my memories so much.
"smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you do not you are rusting up so much then get
then get left alone
suck it up take a ride and take a walk
and don't you that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats,
pretty birds, pretty mouthes
mamas leg, the truck stop rose, dance, the feet the happy life
we were dropping dimes on the ponies
in the cold outside casting shadows
the mail came from miles away the postalman runs are always late
we left the teeth marks on the barrel of a gun, the crooked shack, the rusted tracks
we await
turns out the pony only had one train away from the truck stop boys
tired
they left me off on the cold road
smells like autumn, smells like leaves you don't know you're rusting up alone so much and then get left alone
suck it up take a ride take a walk
don't you know old folks homes smell so much like my own
i've been sly he's so appealing
wait outside
take your racks
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats, pretty birds, pretty mouthes
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits
the mail came from miles away, the postal man runs is always late
and we wait
tired lipped with the big ol' lip, the government workers all headed south while it rained
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
while it waits
it waits
to awake"
so that's it but it's a little complicated to write out in this format. btu man there's something so transcedent about it all. something harsh in the barely escaping from the autumn clouds sunlight that dapples down on these visions of some child.
well anyway enjoy,
chris