I’ve had 5 seconds of this song stuck in my head for two days. The pleasure I’m experiencing right now as I hear it and I am able to fill in the holes.
I got the lyrics and commentary from Deerhunter’s blogspot.
I may do it alone, I may do it with Michael, it may be riding the bike with my ipod or in the car, but I’m riding on Hazel St listening to this song next time I go to Marietta.
There was no connecting my actions with words
In the bright sunlight, the movement of birds
The car ride home, was blinded again
The light would not focus the light would not bend
There’s no use calling I know what you’d say
Over and over it ended today
Worlds lost their meaning and could not explain
Why the subject was always just out of frame
I was sixteen
I lived on Hazel Street
Protect me from the scene
And guide me with your heat
Ice forms in sheets
There melting in the street
(This goes back to the whole sixteenth year of my life spent in a hospital bed thing. I have major issues about it and have recently started going to therapy and am back on antidepressents. Obviously as so many of you have noticed, my body is fucked up. I never really recovered from all that surgery and stuff. This song is kind of like a jack off fantasy about what it would have been like if i had been the person i wanted to be physically (i.e. healthy, cute, whatever…) and lived on Hazel St which is this quaint little street of the town square in downtown Marietta, Georgia.. It’s just a fantasy about being normal. Its kind of prefaced with an argument or a conflict or a relationship breakdown, the kind of things that make me fantasize about having been born normal even more.)