I can't find lyrics for this song anywhere. Bottom of the Hudson, though having released a decent amount of material by now, are so insignificant that they have no songs on SongMeanings. I mean, come on, people, there are at least three good songs by these guys. This is one of them.

Not that I have any fucking clue what he is saying. I can understand words here and there, but I swear sometimes he just slurs random words together. Quite frankly, I don't care that he sounds like a muppet, because this song has a great feeling. That's what it's all about: feeling. I'm sure that if I had lyrics I could read, I would be dazzled by the poetic genius of the lyrics that I can't understand because I am just really bad at understanding vocalists.

But, isn't it a bitch when that isn't the case? For all I know the lyrics to this could be on par with Linkin Park and it would forever taint a song I've listened to over 40 times! Maybe it's a risk I shouldn't take. I know I loved pretty much all of St. Vincent's album until I delved into the lyrics and realized they were nonsensical crap with no meaning at all. It ruined the entire album for me, though sometimes Paris is Burning still gets a listen every now and then, and that's sad. I don't think I'd be any happier about it if I was ignorant, but then again I wouldn't know so how could I be upset? Jesus.

I guess there is comfort, then, in not knowing.

Don't read me the riot act. I'm always on thin ice.

Site News: A bit late today. But: It's been a month! December 9th to January 9th, I think. I might be wrong. Sometimes I am. Due to various things, this works out to 33 songs. There's a little something at dec2008.staires.org that I posted on Twitter yesterday. I'm going to go make breakfast now.