Oh fuck, listening to this song is going to make me want to skip out on the fourth night of the Saint Motel residency at Spaceland because Wye Oak is opening for Blitzen Trapper (all previously featured) the same night.

You see, this song is magical, and I just found partially complete lyrics while sitting here in the library, so of course I just had to put my earphones in (which are, unfortunately, normal iPod earbuds) and, of course, I'm high as shit. The air conditioning here is sublime, and I feel totally anonymous sitting in this vast building with so many words printed on so many yellowed pages---so fuck, I say to you, what the fuck am I supposed to feel but utterly blissed?

But no, my allegiance to Saint Motel is one of a freshly minted fan to a freshly minted band: silly, and perhaps misguided, but full of joy 'n vigor, so I'll miss out on Wye Oak... but it's not like I'll never see them. I haven't even listened to their first album yet, just this one.

The rest of the album isn't quite like this song, but it's still pretty good. For Prayer is a good song that is similar to this one (it comes before this one on the album, for instance, so their track numbers are obviously close to each other---Was that funny? No.) in the loudQUIETloud "pixies dynamic". the guitar goes dang-dang-dang-DAAnANNaNNNNNN--

This song was supposed to be in hello, my ghost but got edited out because the album's mix is much quieter than most modern albums (or my rip of it is critically flawed).

I can tell the guy across from me is annoyed by my machine-gun fire-like typing speed. I should do a speed test a couple times just to annoy him further.

What the fuck does 502 characters a minute measure to? This test is stupid.

This one gave me 96 WPM. That's cool. I'm focusing so much on typing tests I can't even pay attention to see if the guy next to me is annoyed. What a crock of shit. Totes backfire.