Hello Seahorse! - Won't Say Anything We are sparks. We are foam. We are crashing waves. We are clap-clap. We are clip-clop. We are oh oh ohs. We are seahorses! We are Mexicanos. We are the sand, the beach, the ocean. We are long whistles. We are not talking. (but) We are making you sing. We are *woosh!*
Hop Along, Queen Ansleis - Spinach Water We will not care that you're into electronic music and don't usually like folk or twee-sounding songs. We will ignore you when you shout at us that our name is stupid. We will not give a damn if you think bottles and bells and kazoos sound pretentious in a song. We will continue to sing our beautiful songs. Not beautiful songs that punch you in the face. Songs that feel as light as an eyelash on your skin. We will sing our songs then, and you will silently, obediently but cheerfully hop along.
Meho Plaza - I Sold My Organs We loved our Moogs. We wondered just how much use could we make of them before getting boring. We realized it was quite a lot. We kept going on and on. We still sounded awesome! Pitchfork even included one of our songs in a mixtape! We made some money. We started acquiring a taste for expensive champagne and hookers called Cindy. In a couple of months we were broke. We had to sell something so we could afford buying new Moogs. We sold our organs. (And if we were talking about Mates of State that last sentence would've constituted a nice pun)
Okay so we are talking about Mates of State. What the heck happened to the organ? The instrumentation sounds so scarce and muted without it. It's like they were having loud & crazy & fun fun fun parties on the previous albums, but the police came and made them turn the music down on this one. The boy/girl harmonies are still there, but not quite as strong as they used to be. My favorite song on it must be Great Dane.
Oh, and here's an oldie but yummie (back in the day when Mr. Organ was still alive *sigh*):
I Got This Feeling
Hop Along, Queen Ansleis - Spinach Water We will not care that you're into electronic music and don't usually like folk or twee-sounding songs. We will ignore you when you shout at us that our name is stupid. We will not give a damn if you think bottles and bells and kazoos sound pretentious in a song. We will continue to sing our beautiful songs. Not beautiful songs that punch you in the face. Songs that feel as light as an eyelash on your skin. We will sing our songs then, and you will silently, obediently but cheerfully hop along.
Meho Plaza - I Sold My Organs We loved our Moogs. We wondered just how much use could we make of them before getting boring. We realized it was quite a lot. We kept going on and on. We still sounded awesome! Pitchfork even included one of our songs in a mixtape! We made some money. We started acquiring a taste for expensive champagne and hookers called Cindy. In a couple of months we were broke. We had to sell something so we could afford buying new Moogs. We sold our organs. (And if we were talking about Mates of State that last sentence would've constituted a nice pun)
Okay so we are talking about Mates of State. What the heck happened to the organ? The instrumentation sounds so scarce and muted without it. It's like they were having loud & crazy & fun fun fun parties on the previous albums, but the police came and made them turn the music down on this one. The boy/girl harmonies are still there, but not quite as strong as they used to be. My favorite song on it must be Great Dane.
Oh, and here's an oldie but yummie (back in the day when Mr. Organ was still alive *sigh*):
I Got This Feeling
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