Fallow for progress

You bought the Phoenix album I recommended, right?  Ye ole wcuk didn’t lead you astray on that rec, did he?  This post around I’m bring the thunder with just one song. It’s Matt Pond’s Red Ankles.  Catchy, seasonal, and brilliantly lyricized, if you don’t like this song, I must say, your taste is in your mouth.

I looked high and low to find a fulll version on the web.  The amazon preview is the best I can offer without soliciting a letter from the RIAA.  If you buy the song and don’t think it worth a dollar, I will refund your money, or not write a blog post for a week (whichever your prefer).

Sleeping became useless when the thought had hit my mind
the markings from your socks impressing skin into design
so with it walk away

The part I’ve faced
your face in parts
the lines that will not leave my head
a change like strings of lights that spark
looking down
your ankles red

I’ve imagined every single detail of the strain
the sickness is what I don’t know that will not go away
that will not go away

The instinct of cameras
is all for the instant
the nettles
the blueness
fallow for progress
the end of July
can’t be called liar
to you I am no liar

The part I’ve faced
your face in parts
the lines will not leave my head
a change like strings of light that spark
looking down
your ankles red

~ by wcuk on July 9, 2009.