September 21st, 2009 / 10:15 pm
Web Hype
Justin Taylor
Web Hype
Malkmus for the People! at Volume1
Do you think it's gonna make him change?
The great Jason Diamond of Vol 1. decided to celebrate the announcement of next year’s Pavement reunion by asking a handful of people to cite their favorite of the band’s lyrics. Those polled included Ari Messer of The Rumpus, Jens Carstensen from The Giraffes, and a few other notables, including Gigantic-editor (and Giant frequenter) James Yeh and yours truly. In fact, James and I both went a little apeshit, so you’ll find our annotated selections down at the bottom, below the civilized metered discourse.
Tags: James Yeh, Jason Diamond, Pavement reunion, Vol. 1 Brooklyn
I love the way Trigger Cut opens:
lies and betrayals, fruit-covered nails
electricity and lust won’t break the door
I’ve got a heavy coat
it’s filled with rocks and sand
and if I lose you
I’ll be coming back today
Teen love and threats of suicide.
This is nice, too:
So what does it mean, a mistake or two
If it’s the kind of mistake no one can trace
It’s not Pavement, but I think Pig Lib has some badass lyrics.
in better times a spell could save you
the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
now it’s all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream always wear black
the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes it’s all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation
a sermon reads never wear black
there is no now you can tape that to your devil brow
time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
shepherd reed always wear black
you find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end my lord, explain
I love the way Trigger Cut opens:
lies and betrayals, fruit-covered nails
electricity and lust won’t break the door
I’ve got a heavy coat
it’s filled with rocks and sand
and if I lose you
I’ll be coming back today
Teen love and threats of suicide.
This is nice, too:
So what does it mean, a mistake or two
If it’s the kind of mistake no one can trace
It’s not Pavement, but I think Pig Lib has some badass lyrics.
in better times a spell could save you
the wine that we threw into a chasm came right back at you
now it’s all so straight and narrow and the skeptics rule the nation
the servants scream always wear black
the stupid cinematic witchscapes give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
yes it’s all over your head so enjoy the dim vacation
a sermon reads never wear black
there is no now you can tape that to your devil brow
time came for the end my lord explain your cattle call
what we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
shepherd reed always wear black
you find the grace in true frustration
time came before the end my lord, explain
Pavement > most every other band
Pavement > most every other band
“I’ve got a lot of things I want to sell, but not here, babe…”
I also call people “my fact-checking cuz” whenever they know the answer to a question I’ve wondered about. So much so that I think it’s getting obnoxious.
“I’ve got a lot of things I want to sell, but not here, babe…”
I also call people “my fact-checking cuz” whenever they know the answer to a question I’ve wondered about. So much so that I think it’s getting obnoxious.
Oh, and shit, the Smashing Pumpkins slam on “Range Life.” Not because I think the lyrics are particularly great, but because it’s probably personally offensive to Billy Corgan, and I can’t look at Billy Corgan’s face or hear his voice without wanting to shove his head in a deep fryer.
Oh, and shit, the Smashing Pumpkins slam on “Range Life.” Not because I think the lyrics are particularly great, but because it’s probably personally offensive to Billy Corgan, and I can’t look at Billy Corgan’s face or hear his voice without wanting to shove his head in a deep fryer.
Nature kids, they don’t have no function.
Nature kids, they don’t have no function.
the end of “filmore jive” is always the most exciting thing to me.
“they pull out the plugs / and they snort up the drugs”
and “here” tugs at something deep, man.
the end of “filmore jive” is always the most exciting thing to me.
“they pull out the plugs / and they snort up the drugs”
and “here” tugs at something deep, man.
…and i could really give fuck
…and i could really give fuck
heh, nice link justin. love your deconstruction of “starlings.” that raw garlic must really be working for you.
i went so apeshit, jason didn’t even post all of what i sent.
this was another one i really liked, from the lesser known gem “Frontwards”:
“I got style
So much style
Miles and miles
So much style
That it’s leaving”
jason’s mention of “don’t listen to the grandmother’s advice about us” is also pretty great.
heh, nice link justin. love your deconstruction of “starlings.” that raw garlic must really be working for you.
i went so apeshit, jason didn’t even post all of what i sent.
this was another one i really liked, from the lesser known gem “Frontwards”:
“I got style
So much style
Miles and miles
So much style
That it’s leaving”
jason’s mention of “don’t listen to the grandmother’s advice about us” is also pretty great.
Liked.
Liked.
you’ve gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent
misheard pavement lyrics are the best kind.
KOREA KOREA KOREA KOREA
you’ve gotta pay your dues before you pay the rent
misheard pavement lyrics are the best kind.
KOREA KOREA KOREA KOREA
Those are the best kind. For a while I thought it was “Don’t listen to your grandmother’s advice about Ezra.”
Those are the best kind. For a while I thought it was “Don’t listen to your grandmother’s advice about Ezra.”
One of my favorite Malkmus quotes came when he was drunkenly rambling on stage in Austin the only time I saw them, which I think was around ’95. He started making fun of the local university’s school color, and yelled, “I mean, I wouldn’t even wipe my ass on a burnt orange towel.” It was awesome.
In celebration of this thread, I’m going to mix a cocktail with a plastic-tipped cigar tonight.
One of my favorite Malkmus quotes came when he was drunkenly rambling on stage in Austin the only time I saw them, which I think was around ’95. He started making fun of the local university’s school color, and yelled, “I mean, I wouldn’t even wipe my ass on a burnt orange towel.” It was awesome.
In celebration of this thread, I’m going to mix a cocktail with a plastic-tipped cigar tonight.
I’ve always been partial to “Slates, Slag, Etc”:
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Everything’s strained by the States
They are the grey ones of our state I relate
Male slags….
And slates, break hard, break hardly
Break the slates for Christ’s sake
Male slags…
Male slags, knock over your drink
Pay for correct amount spilt
Male slags…
Remember slates are always outta date
In the fine light of day they have to face
Well I can’t give a definition
The consequences of their plagiarisation
Male slags
With greedy bastard scrubbed hands
Kill jokes, join gangs
Kill the safety in our lands
Male slags…
In the cold nearly old ska Jamaican dawn
Dead publisher’s sons
Material hardship pawns
The Beat, Wah! Heat
Male slags…
(Dog bites the dicks that feeds it)
Male slags…
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates
With creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Okay mates
Let’s get onto the valley of weights
The valley of weights is the valley
Where they cast off the weights
And became trite, uptight
Deaf and bereft
A liberty mess
Female slates
Make pins of your whims
Break your balls, suck your thoughts
Rip off bands
With stuck up hair and new shitty pants
New beatniks with hoop shirts
Big priest – give us a break
Help me to fight the slates
Male slags….
How would you describe the slates?
Don’t start improvising for God’s sake
They are the grey ones of the state I relate
Everythings strained by the states
The valley of weights
Okay mates
OH WAIT! SORRY! That’s a song by THE FALL! My bad, yo.
I’ve always been partial to “Slates, Slag, Etc”:
Male slags, slags slates and tapes
Everything’s strained by the States
They are the grey ones of our state I relate
Male slags….
And slates, break hard, break hardly
Break the slates for Christ’s sake
Male slags…
Male slags, knock over your drink
Pay for correct amount spilt
Male slags…
Remember slates are always outta date
In the fine light of day they have to face
Well I can’t give a definition
The consequences of their plagiarisation
Male slags
With greedy bastard scrubbed hands
Kill jokes, join gangs
Kill the safety in our lands
Male slags…
In the cold nearly old ska Jamaican dawn
Dead publisher’s sons
Material hardship pawns
The Beat, Wah! Heat
Male slags…
(Dog bites the dicks that feeds it)
Male slags…
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands
Kill cultural interest in our land
Male slates
With creaky pants and scrubbed hands
Okay mates
Let’s get onto the valley of weights
The valley of weights is the valley
Where they cast off the weights
And became trite, uptight
Deaf and bereft
A liberty mess
Female slates
Make pins of your whims
Break your balls, suck your thoughts
Rip off bands
With stuck up hair and new shitty pants
New beatniks with hoop shirts
Big priest – give us a break
Help me to fight the slates
Male slags….
How would you describe the slates?
Don’t start improvising for God’s sake
They are the grey ones of the state I relate
Everythings strained by the states
The valley of weights
Okay mates
OH WAIT! SORRY! That’s a song by THE FALL! My bad, yo.
Regardless who wrote it, the jewel in the middle of those lyrics is this:
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands . . .
Kill cultural interest in our land
Regardless who wrote it, the jewel in the middle of those lyrics is this:
Academic male slags
Ream off names of books and bands . . .
Kill cultural interest in our land
‘walk with your credit card in the air, swinging nachos (??) like you just don’t care’
‘walk with your credit card in the air, swinging nachos (??) like you just don’t care’
Serpentine Pad:
“Everyone knows you do
Why won’t you admit it?
Screw you!”
Serpentine Pad:
“Everyone knows you do
Why won’t you admit it?
Screw you!”
heh totally
heh totally
Texas Never Whispers:
Don’t hold your breath too long
This tunnel is a Texas mile
Callow teasing yellow eyes
Bleacher dates the second prize
Cherry pickin’ favorites
My dash was locked
I guess I feel fine
Texas Never Whispers:
Don’t hold your breath too long
This tunnel is a Texas mile
Callow teasing yellow eyes
Bleacher dates the second prize
Cherry pickin’ favorites
My dash was locked
I guess I feel fine