audiOfile, part 2
so Wayward O is happy to give you second installment of audiofile, featuring stephen malkmus' latest track, eponymously named....
it's a fine song with lots of guitars and HARBRINGERS OF PORTENTIOUS TRANSPIRATIONS. So let us have look at LYRICS (in italics) and take shot at ANALYZING MEANING:
you come on like gangbusters, laying it thick
arboreal Sleestack, lost in the sticks
it's warm for a witch trial. don't you agree?
cold are the hands that would ever touch me.
this verse is primarily about Peter G. Angelos, but also about how sometimes fans get false sense of hope about team during spring training.
you got the energy of a classic creep.
with sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep.
no intuition, no need to sleuth.
poor is the man who would sully my view.
it is very difficult for Wayward O to say what verse two is about. but he thinks it may have to do with Rick Dempsey.
a one-minute story is all that you are.
a song undeveloped, beyond the first bar.
for all of your hustle, what did you win?
woe is the man with the Cheshire Cat grin.
verse three is clearly a paean to new Manager.
you criticize life, you criticize pain
you criticize situations you've never been in
but dawn for the dilletantes will come soon enough
verse four is about how Melvin Mora feels after being thrown out trying to steal third with two outs.
the panic is leaking through every clear pore
your animus weakened, acetylene torch
so root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
i'm in love with the people
i'm in love with a saint
i'm in love with a soldier from BALTIMORE!
this last verse has something to do with how the team tanks every august and how Halloween is a time for Crabtown to embrace SEASONAL CHEER instead of WORLD SERIES.
* from this fine, album to be released soon, which wayward O and you should purchase