“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Streets of Your Town



A whole novel in two verses and a bridge. By the Go-Betweens. Sorry about the jumpy beginning and sound quality.

It's that footsteppy rim shot repetition, with the merry-go-round rhythm, evoking a feeling of cycling in place while moving. And the absolutely to die for cotton candy on the pier guitars. The way each verse almost tells a story, both musically and in the lyrics—but keeps catching itself. Clearly it's a song about death, the attempt to live down a trauma, withdrawal, depression. But we only see it in glimspes.

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