Everything that has come out of my guitar or my voice over the past two days has sounded like a van made of broken glass driving over a box full of birds... except this video. It sounds somewhat OK. "A Baby for Pree", by Neutral Milk Hotel. As usual, it deals with Mangum's prevailing themes of sex, children, family, fluids and all emotions attendant thereunto.
"Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen
Makes babies to breathe, with their hearts hanging open
All over the sheets, as soft as beets
In some brown dresser drawer
And with bees in her breath, and the rest of her ringing
They'll sting through her chest, with a force hard and beating
Until wonderfully wet she will get
Until she's soaked inside her clothes
And there is no sorry to be sorry for
For a roll around the floor one afternoon so sound and soft
It made her swallow all her sweat
With every bit of breath she coughs
And when the day it came to pour
All her babies all across the bathroom floor
She will be swimming in them all forever more"
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