Bough Down by Karen Green is one of the most devastating, beautifully created works of art ever created.
No, the lines above are a sample of random lines from a book that came out earlier in 2013. Like Bryan Adams, Haim have mastered the art of writing a song composed entirely of lyrics from other songs. Singed animals come down from the hills and run alongside the freeway.
This is the consistency and hue of the sky as I drive north, using my windshield wipers to clear falling ash. I got out when I saw the fish, bobbing like croutons. The sea was a chowder the color of dried blood. I worry I broke your kneecaps when I cut you down.Ī bloom of contaminates in the ocean is called a red tide. I agree not to self-unmedicate, but then I cut those yellow moons in half. Ouch, she said, but my scab looks like Florida. The hook was attached to a branch which attached to a filament which was attached to a branch which turned the bird into a kite.īy the time the Slavic lady is done with my mouth I will be ready to bite the roofs off ranch houses and spit them on pedestrians. I would like to threaten her sanity, her grade point average, her place in the world. My favorite lyrical moments from this album, in no particular order:įreckled thing, don’t fuck with the psych patients. Whichever one of the Haim’s writes the lyrics is a goddamned genius. Decrease Font Size Increase Font Size Text Size Print This Page Send by Email
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