얼터너티브 팝과 인디 록, 로 파이 등, 마니아적 소리샘들을 한데 모아 독창적 음악 세계를 구현해온 4인조 그룹 가이디드 바이 보이시스의 2004년도 최신보. 1985년 미국 오하이오에서 음악 인생의 시작점을 찍은 그들은 현재까지 발표한 작품들을 통해 평단은 물론 인디 음악 골수 팬들로부터도 뜨거운 성원을 얻어왔다. 이전과 마찬가지로 여러 언론매체로부터 별 4개 이상의 고평을 획득한 이번 새 앨범에는 'Girls of Wild Strawberries', 'Sing For Your Meat', 'Everybody Thinks I'm a Raincloud' 등, 인디 록의 진수성찬을 담은 골든 트랙들로 가득하다. .... ....
Hurts me, minds you in the dark Come outside and play the spark Ragged enzyme horror shows Half smiles of the decomposed I know
Fit me into your thimble I'll be your comeback trail All wheels and no control A restless shadow, oh
Skeptic having dates and facts Handy with the battle axe Home is not your woman's head Play the spark is what I said I know
I know You're gonna fuck up my make-up You're gonna make up my fuck-up They call me Sleep Over Jack Now serving confident product Icepick in the heart rate And you will never be next
Allow to flee A mile to be All the while in tribes I played Survived and prayed to be free And send my letters out Delivered sermons through the sea For the girls of wild strawberries
So proud to speak Of how I otherwise am weak And now I blind my head Divine the current from the stream A child I'll never know denied Reminded who are we By the girls of wild strawberries
I blind my head Divine the current from the stream A child I'll never know denied Reminded who are we By the girls of wild strawberries
In the window of my world I see the sunlight I see the moonlight Crashing through my world Yeah, in the window of my world I pry a mystery Projecting my misery In the window of my world, in my world
A wall once blocked my view and I couldn't move it Got bruises to prove it And maybe I was hurt But I don't make myself to blame, I broke a small light Make everything all right In the window of my world, in my world
Give me your number Give not my freedom to release you Seek me in slumber Take me in words that so complete you Touch me in worlds that I might reach you
Give me your number Give not my freedom to release you Seek me in slumber Take me in words that so complete you Touch me in worlds that I might reach you
In the window of my world, a heart's birth brings meaning Kicking and screaming In the window of my world Yeah, in the window of my world shoulder to shoulder And I'm feeling bolder Crashing through my world, in my world
Oh, she's so on top of things Gone out but so looking within She's got her heart pressed to the ground To extend her knowledge And I'll spend my life with her now
She dreams of sleeping now And how she can take me inside And now it's warm and cold All around
Be on top of me now Be on top of me now She already is As far from you crying now The longest day dying now
So I guess some truth belongs to us In places that tremble and wish And a citizen of there am I She comes to play along
Be on top of me now Be on top of me now She already is As far from you crying now The longest day dying now
Time is slow without you now I wanna know about you now
It's all in me now It's all in me now It's all in me now Citizen of there am I of All me now It's all in me now It's all in me now Citizen of there am I
“And just when it appears there's going to be a successful campaign against smut, just when the Supreme Court seems to be ruling against pornography, when it appears the nation is returning to old-fashioned moral standards, suddenly the floodgates are going to swing open and Satan is going to vomit filth out of Hell, and it'll be just as it was in the days of Lot, and will vex the souls of God's most devoted, devout saints.”
The archers have grown Bending on back To the new accuracy Shoot for white hearts Ugly supreme Beating their flags with hiss
Coming of age To the new day of running
The archers have grown Bending on back To the new accuracy Shoot for white hearts Ugly supreme Beating their flags with hiss
Coming of age To the new day of running To the new day of running To the new day of running To the new day of running
I go free today I go free today I go free today I go free today
When you write About the boys Under friendly fire Dress ‘em up in suits And seek her to kill Freedom of the will Ours and, yes, yours Yesterday, today Onward marching on
Come here Leon Don't paint your skin To the color of confection And turn away From every ghost you've been
And sure enough I saw your head At the tent sale and fire auction For a taste and a chaser You're a solid gold debaser
Can you ever be a boy Again, or have you stopped? Trade lost hours for a dare Burn the water, cook the air?
And twenty-one Is the legal age To kill yourself slowly But eighteen Is the legal age to die
Would I cast my vote Into the inside shit I'm often wont to crawl That's all
Don't leave me now to drag my chains To a rhythm never changing Lost from found and beaten down
When you write About the boys Under friendly fire Dress ‘em up in suits And seek her to kill Freedom of the will Ours and, yes, yours Yesterday, today Onward marching on
These thoughts replace me when I'm on the floor I cannot taste the sweetness anymore You bipolarize me with each test Contaminate the faintest breath For speaking well of in the name Of where to watch and who to blame All of us there What should I wear?
For human frailty on parade To entertain you may invade A silent party, secret wish At best an unconvincing kiss Expand Explode Wrinkle up Or blow away
I took you up to let me down I take the time to track you Through chosen smokescreen silhouettes Who've earned the right to back you This for so long Perfect and wrong
You write me out, I reappear To criticize you interfere But I will say what I want to And there is nothing you can do Expand Explode Wrinkle up Or blow away
Visit mysterious fields See them with small courage There you will come to a bird She may scream the word But if that's what you think you heard Then what's what you heard And if that's what you want to hear Then that's what I will tell you
Black without warning The storm and the morning star It's look! We are angels on wires From a pregnant sky And if that's where you think you'll go Then that's where you'll go And if what's what you want to feel Then that's what I will sell you
And now I've come back Translucent and peeled At Huffman Prairie Flying Field I've come to start up my head Been closed and locked up For far too long For far too long For far too long For far too long