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okay...so...
i just want to gush for a second on the genius of the shins. pretty pretty pop melodies coupled with lyrics that are sometimes sad, sometimes sweet, always honest.
Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs lately:
Saint Simon:
"After all these implements and texts designed by intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's still so much that hides and though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
allow myself no mock defense as i step into the night
since i don't have the time nor mind to figure out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives the cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out
I'll try hard not to give in batten down to fare the wind rid my head of this pretense allow myself no mock defense as i step into the night...
Mercy's eyes are blue and when she places them in front of you nothing holds a roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel
There's no measuring of it as nothing else is love"
There's my Molly Shannon moment for you.
i just want to gush for a second on the genius of the shins. pretty pretty pop melodies coupled with lyrics that are sometimes sad, sometimes sweet, always honest.
Here are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs lately:
Saint Simon:
"After all these implements and texts designed by intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's still so much that hides and though the saints dub us divine in ancient fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine
allow myself no mock defense as i step into the night
since i don't have the time nor mind to figure out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives the cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me I value them but I won't cry every time one's wiped out
I'll try hard not to give in batten down to fare the wind rid my head of this pretense allow myself no mock defense as i step into the night...
Mercy's eyes are blue and when she places them in front of you nothing holds a roman candle to the solemn warmth you feel
There's no measuring of it as nothing else is love"
There's my Molly Shannon moment for you.