Friday, February 6, 2009

It's February Outside...But August in my Ears

I can't seem to gush enough about Animal Collective. First I proclaimed "My Girls" to be the supreme song to run to, and now I have shifted my attention to their ode to hot weather, "Summertime Clothes." I was listening to this one over and over yesterday, wondering how it had slipped below my radar despite being in my iTunes library for a couple of weeks. Well, it is below my radar no longer. I am weary of being cold, and just listening to it...oh, I can feel the oppressive humidity of a midsummer night, where even the AC can't beat it out of the air and I lie there, hot and scratchy and irritated...

This one is going on the iPod right next to "My Girls." I will groove along to them on my runs this weekend. May I be fleeter of foot and more cheerful of demeanor for it. (The fact that projected temperatures are supposed to reach the upper 40s tomorrow might also help.)

Oh, and, Animal Collective is coming to Detroit for a show...the day after the Cleveland Marathon. I'm wondering if my legs would have enough strength to hold me upright for a few hours in order to soak up the awesomeness.

Summertime Clothes at (scroll down page for playable/downloadable mp3s of both "My Girls" and "Summertime Clothes"!)

Sweet summer night and I'm stripped to my sheets
Forehead is leaking my AC squeaks
And a voice from the clock says "You're not gonna get tired"
My bed is a pool and the wall's on fire
Soak my head in the sink for a while
It chills my neck and it makes me smile
But my bones have to move and my skin's gotta breathe
You pick up the phone and I'm so relieved

You slide down the stairs to the eager street
And the sun is left with slippery feet
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
And be here with you

It doesn't really matter, I'll go where you feel
Home for the breeze, get a midnight meal
I'll point in the windows, you point out the parks
Rip off your sleeves and I'll ditch my socks
Dance to the songs from the cars as they pass
Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash
Walking around in our summertime clothes
Know where to go where our bodies go

And we'll breath the dawn in its morning blues
With purple yawns, you'll be sleeping soon
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you

When the sun goes down we'll go out again!
Don't cool off, I like your warmth

Let's leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain
It's easy to sleep when it wets my brain
It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen
Kissing the wind through my window screen
But restless is causeless and I cannot hide
So much of my mind that it spills outside
Do you wanna go stroll down a financial street?
Our clothes might get soaked
But the buildings sleep

And there's no one pushing for a place
As we amble at an easy pace
And I want to walk around with you
And I want to walk around with you
I want to walk around with you


Glaven Q. Heisenberg said...

Take the day AFTER the concert off to recover; because I think the shot of adrenaline that the prospect of a good concert will cause to course through your system will sustain you for one more night.

But next day? Crash city, Ms. Amy Winehouse (D-MI)!

tfh said...

Thanks for the link. I think this song just might almost be appropriate for my Sunday run, given the forecast.

Spike said...

I will check them out tonight, after my soccer game. Nothing better than a great tune to make the miles melt away.