Posted by I'm the penguin | Posted in music | Posted on Tuesday, November 16, 2010
So, I've been listening to a lot of Of Montreal lately, specially the album Skeletal Lamping, which let me tell you, is a jewel. A little sick perverted jewel that'll raise a brow or two and make you dance and want to become a beautiful dance whore (10 points if you get the reference).
And instead of telling you some introspective of mine written in such a way that nobody could possibly read it, I'll just quote what I've learned from them. Kids, take notes, this could be useful.
I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats andOpens its eyes to the ladies of the spreadI feel like an accidental speciesSome mutant love child never meant to beWhy is it white girls don't ever have any ideas?And they don't even know what's on my channelBut that is true for almost everyone, everyone but youMy goat, my crab, my scorpionYou're my icons 'cause you're different, you're differentI love wicked wisdomWe can do it softcore if you want,but you should know I take it both waysWhy am I so damaged, girl?I asked your friend if you were availableShe answered, not but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no...Now, I'm noting the limits of our parabolaTo predict the points of thou-shalt-not-returnThis inbreeding of ideas is intolerableI wanna show you offI wanna tell you liesI wanna write you booksI don't want to be your manI just wanna play with youI need you here, and not here toohow can I explain? I need you here, and not here too...It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you...Things could be differentBut they're not.
Not that all (or any >.> ) applies to me of course...