They had painted her face like a man's mistake
Like a mental state
A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror
I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and
Opens its eyes to the ladies of the spread
She took me home and spit in my drink
She spoke of Jermaine Grier and Friedan I don't know what to think
I took her standing in the kitchen ass against the sink
She draped me in a stole
(what kind?) I think Malaysian mink
She threw me out into the snow; I waited for the bus
Up come some values voters screaming, 'are you one of us'
I said of course man, can't you see I've got some text reconstruction?
(What does that mean?)
It must be an illicit pentagram
(What are you talking about?)
I check my shutter speed, my aperture, my domino
Can't focus, can't stop staring at the face I used to know
This life is not a prison: we are always free to go, anytime
Chinese stars, chinese stars, chinese stars at the rock said the rock chinese stars
I'm trying to interface
You met me at such a dismal point on the arc
I think I understand what you were saying
About the smiles of the skulls
The spastic face was the last one
Our luck was white
I read it with my head open,
Only slightly cracked
Someone will have to close it when I'm done
Make the most out of the visuals
While walking through the woods
I noticed someone had built a house for nobody in particular
They want to destroy us
It's time to penetrate, their fantasy
Some people have stacks of problems with Kevin Barnes' lyrics. They call it pretentious, aloof, and, in the case of Skeletal Lamping, downright pornographic.
Me? I don't got problems at all. Not even a sniffle of an issue. This song is prime example of why not. I mean, the man shags a chick who wears Malaysian mink! Do you know how kickass that is??? Yeah seriously, Barnes totally knows his stuff. I mean, I'm so impressed that he knows that my country is crawling with minks. Minks on the road, working in Starbucks, on the golf course, living in treehouses, pumping petrol, fixing ...
Huh? What, you didn't know Malaysian minks live in treehouses? Of course they do. They have it so much better than Malaysian humans, who tend to live in huts made from mink droppings. In fact all Malaysian animals have it heaps good. Tapirs spend RM200,000 each month on manicures, and a family of orang utans just bought a Damien Hirst piece for two million bucks. No, not dollars, or pounds, or ringgit. Bucks. Yup, in Malaysia our currency of trade is young male deer. Tons of them around too. Almost as many as minks.
Of Montreal - Women's Studies Victims (from Skeletal Lamping) [BUY]