Why? - These Few Presidents |
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The hits just keep on rolling with the second post of the day today. Not that I have anything better to do as I sit across the table from my father, both of us huddled over our laptops typing feverishly, not a word spoken, and sharing nothing more than the occasional nod. It’s the little things that make these family visits so wonderful.
Anyways, Why? is a hip-hop, indie, alt-rock group hailing from Berkeley, California. These Few Presidents is a track coming off the band’s third LP Alopecia, which was released in March of 2008. I was introduced to this song by my younger sister, again, who is currently waiting out a strike at York University in Toronto. I’m not sure what goes down at York University during a strike, but if this is the music that’s playing count me in.
Once again I wasn’t able to find a decent video for this tune on YouTube. It’s all about the music anyways though right?
at your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
you pray to nothing out loud
two first names and an ampersand
embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
you’re a beautiful and violent work
with a skinny neck of a chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting
and if you’re in heaven waiting
you made it there fighting
the tightest kite string
in a bad storm with lightning
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven’t seen you in years
yours is a funeral i’d fly to from anywhere
i thought i had a pebble in my sock
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
it stumbled out lost, and without a pause
i’m stung as i was, still i stomped it
i thought, there is no paved street worthy
of your perfect scandanavian feet
my crooked chinese fingers groped
the machinery of your throat
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
drowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven’t seen you in years
yours is a funeral i’d fly to from anywhere
