Slint - Spiderland (2003)

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RELEASE DATE:	2003-02-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	6
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	모던 락 락
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	50

INTRODUCTION

TORTOISE와 빌리 코건의 새 밴드 ZWAN의 기타리스트 DAVID PAJO가 리드했던 포스트록의 선구자인 SLINT는 후대의 포스트록과 슬로우코어 아티스트들에게 지대한 여향을 끼쳤고 현재도 강력한 영향력을 행사하고 있는 밴드이다. SLINT는 KING KONG, FOR CARNATION, AERIAL M(PAPA M)으로 명패를 바꿔달면서 그들의 족적 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

BREADCRUMB TRAIL

Slint

I stepped out onto the midway. I was looking for the pirate
ship and saw this small, old tent at one end. It was blue,
and had white lights hanging all around it.
I decided to check out the tent, it seemed I could hear music coming from inside.
As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow.
I couldn't figure out why they would want to wait in line.
I pulled back the drape thing on the tent.
There was a crystal ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat. She
smiled, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read.
I said okay, and sat down.
I thought about it for a minute, and asked her if she would rather go on the roller coaster instead.

Creeping up into the sky.
Stopping, at the top and, starting down.
The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it tight.
I said good-bye to the ground.

Far below, a soiled man.
A bucket of torn tickets at his side.
He watches as the children run by.
And picks his teeth.
Spinning 'round, my head begins to turn.
I shouted, and searched the sky for a friend.
I heard the fortune teller, screaming back at me.
We stuck out our hands, and met the winds.

The girl falters as she steps down from the platform.
She clutches her stomach, and begins to heave.
The ticket-taker smiles, and the last car is ready.
Who told you that you could leave?

The sun was setting by the time we left.
We walked across the deserted lot, alone.
We were tired, but we managed to smile.
At the gate I said goodnight to the fortune teller.
The carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face, but I could
tell she was blushing.

Don stepped outside.
It felt good to be alone.
He wished he was drunk.
He thought about something he just said
And how stupid it had sounded.
He knew he should forget about it
And he decided to piss.
But he couldn't.
(A plane passed silently overhead, the streetlight, and the buds on the trees, and the night were still)

It finally came,
He took a deep breath.
It made him feel strong
And determined
To go back inside.

The light.
Their backs.
Their conversations.
The couples,
Romancing... so natural.
His friends stare,
With eyes like the heads of nails.
The others.
Glances.
With amusement.
With evasion.
With contempt.
So distant.
With malice.
For being a sty
In their engagement.
Like swimming underwater in the darkness.
Like walking through an empty house,
Speaking to an imaginary audience.
Being watched
From outside
By a soul without a key.
He could not dance to anything.

Don left,
And drove,
And howled,
And laughed
At himself.
He felt he knew what that was.

Don woke up
And looked at the night before.
He knew what he had to do.
He was responsible.
In the mirror
He saw his friend.