Holland, 1945

Theres something completely captivating about Neutral Milk Hotel. Maybe its the lyrics that were meant for a sing along, or maybe its the brass section that livens up the tune of the saddest sonnets. I quote them quite often because I get lost in the lyrics. "How strange it is to be anything at all," its so emotional and true. I am at work right now and its 3:30 am, Ive been making a lot of drinks and keeping myself busy by cleaning, but now I realize I have nothing to do until 4!
But back to NMH, I get so distracted by their music I catch myself doing stupid things like pouring coffee with no cup underneath or starting a blender without the lid because I am so wrapped up in the words. Originally I felt like this entry was going to be some lyrics that I really liked (because I post lyrics A LOT), but I figured I'd justify my actions.

anyway, here's something to chew on



The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come

But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart

But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on

And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes