So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter. Now what does that say about me?

-FLEET FOXES

LYRIC DIVE: sim sala bim

"all the loose ends would surround me again in the shape of your face"

 ^a piece of the album art

Lately I have been posting a lot about Fleet Foxes, reason being, their second full length came out May 3 and so I've been dwelling in the awesomeness of Helplessness Blues. Track 3, "sim sala bim," has some interesting lyrics. The song features a few references to withcraft/black magic. So anyways, I've typed the "sim sala bim" lyrics below and have added links of images of what I picture when I listen to this song. The speaker is quite poetic.



he was so kind such a gentleman tied to the oceanside

lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night

ruffled the fur of the collie 'neath the table

ran out the door through the dark

carved out his initials in the bark

then the earth shook 

that was all that it took for the dream to break

all the loose ends would surround me again in the shape of your ... face

what makes me love you despite the reservations?

what do I see in your eyes

besides my reflection hanging high?

are you off somewhere reciting incantations?

sim sala bim on your tongue

carving off the hair of someone's young

remember when you had me cut your hair

call me Delilah then I wouldn't care

Your head caught in a waking dream

I really don't feel like doing my homework so I've decided to take a break. I think I take at least fifteen breaks every hour, which is why I never get anything done on time. Never did I think I could be so lazy and unmotivated! So for this break I have chosen "your protector" by Fleet Foxes. Why? Well...I tend to have phases for each song in an album. It does not occur in the order of the album track list but eventually I fall in love with every song. It's that moment when the song speaks to you and you can listen to just that one song all day long. This album is so 2008, but I am currently in a "your protector" phase.

Lyrics:

She left a week to roam

Your protector's coming home

Keep your secrets with you girl

Safe from the outside world

You walk along the stream

Your head caught in a waking dream

Your protector's coming home (coming home)

As you lay to die beside me, baby

On the morning that you came,

Would you wait for me,

the other one,

would wait for me!

You run with the devil

Tell your brother to be good

Tell your sister not to go

Tell your mother not to wait
Tell your father I was good

As you lay to die beside me, baby

On the morning that you came,

Would you wait for me,

the other one,

would wait for me!

I'm the one in the shootin' game

WHAT'S IN MY IPOD: playlist

Study, study, study. It's the last week of school which means papers and presentations are due. It's the time of the semester when I am reminded of the cons of procrastination. It is Tuesday night. The clock is ticking. Deadlines are approaching. My mind is consumed in schoolwork ... sometimes ... 80% of the time. There's nothing like a good music playlist to keep me awake and motivated. Music, to a certain degree, keeps me focused. When I hear a song for the fourth time I realize that time is going by quickly and I've got to finish quickly. And when thoughts are scarce, I discover guitar riffs and echoes that I never noticed in a song. These are four albums I've been streaming on my ipod as I study/write/memorize things:

Beach House- Teen Dream

Fleet Foxes- Helplessness Blues

Band of Horses- Infinite Arms

The Greenhornes- ****

ON REPEAT: Lorelai



"Lorelai" is one of my favorite songs on Fleet Foxes second full-length album Helplessness Blues out May 3. It is absolutely beautiful. And once again I find myself wishing I could sing like Robin Pecknold. Robin holds his notes impressively. The echoe of his voice sticks to my ears like a magnet unwilling to let go. What magnets? Yes. The voice is attractive to my ears. For most of the day I have been listening to this song non-stop. This is probably the most uplifting song of the album in terms of sound. The lyrics... well, I'll have to look in to that. I'm still trying to figure them out.

"So guess I got old. I was like trash on the side-walk. I guess I knew why often it's hard to just sweet talk. I was old news to you then, old news, old news, to you ... then."