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Apr 23 2008

We made a song!

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Okay, so I fail at blogging. I have a tendency to start entries and save them as drafts and read them later and go, “Wow, this sucks, I’m so not posting it.” And even now, I’m not expending the energy it takes to make a real post, because that’s energy I could put towards stuffing my head with Russian or calculus or sleeping. This post is really about how Seth and I wrote a song, and how you should listen to it because we’d feel bad if only mean YouTube people who post “gtfo the internet fagz” comments. It’s called “Little White House”; lyrics are after the jump.

My little house, it was a little house
Me and Dad lived on our own
My mother, bless her black heart
She lived in a jar — now watch her fall
Now watch her fall

Her ashes stained the carpet then
And Dad pulled out his 9(mm)

It was a white house, oh a white house
On a street in a town not far from here
I was in my car, but Dad’s in the sky
Never thought he’d die — now watch him fall
Now watch him fall

The rope he used was ten feet long
And whistled while he swung

‘Cause the earth cried out
And my dog got shot
And my blood bleeds all over you

‘Cause love don’t come
And my dog got shot
And my brain is splattered too

Yeah
It was a little white house
A white little house
And we all died there

Feel free to criticize our faggy songwriting abilities and banish us from the internet — we can take it from you guys, at least.

Comments:

  1. Hmm. Depressed much? It’s such a sad song, no happy ending. You obviously weren’t going for a happy go lucky pop song, so in that you’ve succeeded. It’s like… emo meets folk or indie or something. (I hope it wasn’t inspired by any true events. If so, my condolences.) You guys are definitely talented though. I’d be interested to know who did what in the creative process.

  2. It’s actually based on a song I wrote when I was an angsty 15 year old (I guess it shows). I showed it to Leila as a kind of ‘haha didn’t I use to be lame’ thing, and she liked it and asked me to sing-talk it out. It was originally supposed to be a sort of Modest Mouse-lite, but Leila is really good at the folk thing so it ended up like that. Mostly after that my contribution was helping her smooth out the really awkward parts of my original draft.

    And no, not anything that happened to either of us, although the whole dead mother thing was probably rooted in my parents’ divorce.

  3. You guys could rule the world.

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