strawberry jam - digital booklet
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Strawberry Jam by Animal CollectiveDigital BookletTRANSCRIPT
Now its day and I’ve been trying to get that taste off my tongue. I was
dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm. Attractive day in the
rubble of the night from before. I can’t walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel
my pores. It’s the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light.
Then I start to feel tragic, people great me, I’m polite. “What’s the
day?” “What are you doing?” “How’s Your Mood?” “How’s that song?”
Man it passes right by me, it’s behind me, now its gone. I can’t lift you up
cause my mind is tired. It’s family beaches that I desire. A sacred night,
where we’ll watch the fireworks. The frightened babies poo. They’ve got
two flashing eyes and they’re colored why. They make me feel that I’m
only all I see sometimes.
I was eating with a good friend who said “A Genii made me out of the
earth’s skin” but in spite of her she is my birth kin, she’s spits me out in
her surely blood rivers. All the people life lurking in dominions of a hot
Turk dish. If elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after
the world with the shivers.
“What’s the day?” “What are you doing?” “How’s your food?” “How’s that
song?” Man it passes right by me its behind me now its gone. I cant lift
you up cause my mind is tired, its family beaches that I desire. That
sacred night where we watched the fireworks. They frightened the babies
and you know they’ve got two flashing eyes and if they are color blind,
they make me feel, that you’re only what I see sometimes.
A peacebone got found in the dinosaur wing. I’ve been jumping all over but my views are
slowly shrinking. I was a jugular vein in a juggler’s girl. I was supposedly leaking the most
interesting colors. While half of my fingers are dipped in the sand. You progress in
letters but you’re used to cooking broccoli. The other side of take out is mildew on rice
and an obsession with the past is like a dead fly. Only a few things are related to the
“old times”. Then we did believe in magic and we did die. Its not my words that you should
follow its your insides. You’re just an inside. Adjust your insides. You’re just an inside.
Ill bet the monster was happy when they made him a maze. Cause he don’t understand
intentions he just looks at a face. Ill bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath. All
the birds are very curious, all the fish are at the surface. With half of me waiting for
myself to get calm I’m like a pelican at red tide. I’m a corpse I’m not a fisherman and
a blowout does not mean I will have a good night. Cause an obsession with the past is
like a dead fly and just a few things are related to the “old times” when we did believe
in magic and we did die. Its not my words that you should follow its your inside. You’re just
an inside. Adjust your insides. You’re just an inside.
I start in a hose and ill end in a yard. When I feel like I’m stealing I cant keep myself
from hearing God. Only the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground. It
was the clouds that carved the mountains; it was the mountains that made the kids
scream. Oh well she bore all her parts but she never was found. You think “ill carve a
path through New York and be an artist” but are you anything. Then you find out you
can’t ask a baby to cry and an obsession with the past is like a dead fly. Only a few
things are related to the “old times”. When we did believe in magic and we did die. Its not
my words that you should follow its your insides. You’re just an inside. Adjust your insides.
You’re just an inside.
Oh look at me, that sweet boys plea. His mother cried my child tied his laces. Why must
we move on from such happy lawns into nostalgia palms and feed on the traces. Do you
hop to the dance or embarrass the parents? Who should I please? I go to sleep
worrying. That blood in the dark will attract the sharks who are not violent, we’ve all
got hungry bellies. But where are the still unborn who could look at me with the one eye?
Who could look at me with no eyes? Who could look at me with me in their eyes?
What’s Pain? What’s sadness anyway? It’s not crying like a child.
What’s Graying? What’s ageing anyway? It’s not growing in the wild.
I feel like I’ve just been born when you look at me with your green eyes. When you look at
me with your black eyes. When you look at me with your dead eyes. And I can’t understand
when holding her hand. So womanly I have to go kiss her. And what a surprise to look in
those eyes, to find suddenly, he is jack the ripper. So suddenly he was jack the ripper.
It seems she stopped crying like a child.
If I say too bad
I’ll take a lesson in my head
I’ve got to have till I am dead
Now I’ve got these chores
And I’m never going to hurt no one
And when at last
My work is done
I only want the time
To do one thing that I like
I want to get so stoned
And take a walk out in the light drizzle
At the end of the day
When there’s no one watching
It’s not going to happen.
From one moment to a next, reading in the papers to know what’s best. Sometimes you
don’t know yourself, eating loads of vitamins for your health. From one moment to a
next, red negativity in the street. Maybe it’s the earth; maybe it’s the heat. A baby on
the bus smiled at me so easy.
Now I think its alright that we’re together. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think it’s
the best we’ve ever played it. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to sing
together. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to feel inhuman. Now I think
that’s I riot.
From one moment to a next 1000 wasted brooklyners are depressed. The ins and outs of
supper’s chest. He’ll only be your friend if he touched your breasts. From one moment to
a next a shifting in the plates of what you ingest. From sugared tits to honeyed pests
bulimic vegetarian wins weight contest.
Now I thinks its alright that we’re together now I think that’s a riot. Not I think it’s
the best we’ve ever played it. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to feel
inhuman. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to sing together. Now I think
that’s a riot.
For Reverend Green.
I caught you when your line got disconnected trouble. Respect the hive, it seems like days
since you ejected. Your mom and I will dance you through your bad weather. Young love is
fine, just please respect the candles as they line.
Now Son!
I know there will be times when you wish things could be so simple. Your mom and I. To pet
your head and dress your lettuce. Don’t work all night and split your hair and sleep on
numbers. Young love is bright. Just please respect the candles in a line.
Now Son!
Mold of the fawn.
I’ve Been Frozen here for Days.
With your lights reflecting in my face
I must be cold on your lawn.
But inside I’m ok,
I can live without your time
Where snowmen never melt
instead they always shine
If you don’t believe in fantasy then don’t believe in fantasy but do you not believe in
fantasy because it gets you down?
If you don’t believe its raining I wont tell you that its raining but do you not believe its
raining just because it gets you down?
If you don’t believe in happiness then don’t believe in happiness but if you don’t believe in
happiness then man you must be down.
If you don’t believe you’re dying I wont’ tell you that you’re dying but do you not believe
you’re dying just because it gets you down?
Our homes are all white
We go dancing on the lake
Sleds will carry us tonight
And snowflakes blow us on our way
Drifts rise to the sky
Rainbow hats fly down them
And tears are frozen diamonds
So we smile while we’re crying
How I lost my boy.The king in I died. He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs.
Life was good now death’s all wrong. Cause you can’t feel a thing. No heart flutters in
the spring. You just drift and pray for sun kissed golden days.
I can’t hold what’s in my hand. Don’t do any good to say this isn’t what I planned. Little
kids sliding down the steel park slid. Little kids can’t play with things that have died.
Sometimes all I want is one favorite song. Two to three minutes doesn’t seem that long.
Where’s my mom I want to hold her tight. She’s so far away from crowded nights. I’m
going cuckoo cuckoo. We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo.
He said please stay. You can see me, don’t’ go away. I can’t see the landscape. Please
describe its amaranthine haze. It’s odd where I am. There are people you’re not like them.
They just drift and pray for rain quenched golden days.
My tears quench five feet of lawn. I can’t creep I just yawn. People gonna come and
people gonna cry. He just woke and ate and dreamt and died. Don’t’ try and erase what
you have done. Put your fingers in a mouth and kiss it if it wants. Where’s my friend, I
want to hold him tight. He’s so far away from mountain lights. I’m going cuckoo cuckoo.
We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo.
We had a white and blackish sheltie had a name when we first got him
I wish I had taken better care of him but he had it ok
Im sorry when I get unruly when you carry on so much I get a little tired
I hope you get over your teething it’s not easy when you feel sick
He had a sprightly walk you’d like him when he’d keep up along your side
Wrap your peckers what he told us me and mike looked at each other
Like whoa what was that then
Derek never woke up at night
And in the morning he’s ready to go
And he never had a voice like you
To scream with when he wanted something
I should have been so much more willing
To help out with all the things
That a dog like you needed
What do you
See when you
See inside of me
You can count
When you count
Count on me What do you
See when you
See inside of me
Songs by Animal Collective.
Published by Rough Trade Publishing.
Mastered at West West Side by Alan Douches.
Artwork images by Avey Tare.
Layout and design by Rob Carmichael, SEEN.
Thank you: Craig and Chris (from Wavelab), Ethan, Abby, Brad, Chris,
Brian (Babyleg), Rob, Bill, Dustin, and the Triangles.
www.myanimalhome.net
P+C 2007 Domino Recording Co. Ltd.
P.O. Box 47029
London SW18 1WD
www.dominorecordco
.com