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There's an invisible church inside of me It's deep, dark, and united I don't know why I'd hide it But I must have done some kind of good job 'Cause now I can't even find it
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If pressed, I would probably choose this song as my all-time favorite lyrically. Gareth Liddiard takes something seemingly mundane (using Google Street View (nine eyes = the nine lenses of the Street View camera) to revisit one's childhood home) and elevates it to an existential meditation on the relationship between childhood, adulthood, and contemporary solipsism. Amazing.
I took a strangely disembodied walk down memory lane to the home of my late mother and my youth under the full glare of a hot LCD sun I rode nine-eyed survivor, Street View like the last of the liquidators before lights out or the first return to Pripyat, my nine-eyed scout it wasn't at all distressing, just a wilderness it's something you can do while you are home alone in bed
seems I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
and everything was just like I remembered it to be everything was like 25 years before me I spied through all the windows, surveyed the lawns but what kind asshole drives this lime green Commodore? he ain't got no right to be here, that's my name in the curb my number on the letter box, my goldfish being interred I learned to ride my bike here, I learned the golden rule but then forgot what it was, which suits me fine I like things being elliptical
hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
I took all that I wanted when I was here before but now I'm back to loot what's left, I can't get in the door I guess I need to know if I'll be safe here on my own but who's this asshole living here now, calling my house his home? he's pleased like I'm the first by here in years, or leaving last hidden under gums in his Gyprock dump, with his flatscreen in my past he laughs himself dry at me outside with nine unsatisfied termites I shut them all down and they go to ground, then I shut down all the lights
hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own hey, I'm all I need, I'm finally on my own
A New York Times Bestseller Nominated for the National Book Award, Finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for First Fiction, and Winner of the Alex Award, "One of the Most Compelling Books of the Year" (Blake Butler, Vice)
You can see it in her eyes, she was born unwise, she was born for me If she mourns too long I'll know something's wrong and I'll leave her be You can tell by his shoes he was born to lose, he was born for me
I was working part time in a five-and-dime My boss was Mr. McGee He told me several times that he didn't like my kind 'Cause I was a bit too leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing But different than the day before That's when I saw her, ooh, I saw her She walked in through the out door, out door
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