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So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving,
And pluck all your silly strings, bend all your notes for me.
Soft silly music is meaningful magical,
The movements were beautiful, all in your ovaries.
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers,
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines.
Some of my favorite lyrics in any song, ever.
From the 33 1/3 book on In The Aeroplane Over the Sea by Kim Cooper.
"Surprisingly, "Oh Comely," at 8:18 the longest song on the album, was recorded in a single take by Jeff by himself. The other musicians clustered around Robert in the control booth and in the tiny adjacent room for what they thought was just a test take as Jeff tried out the mic placement. Robert remembers feeling claustrophobic, with maybe twenty people standing around him. The rooms were laid out so Robert could hear Jeff’s playing through speakers, but also ambiently through the air. Although he was only supposed to play a verse or two, Jeff powered through the song, stunning his friends with a beautiful, passionate performance no less amazing for the uncontrolled moments when he veers out of tune. At the finish, everyone burst into spontaneous cheers and applause—you can hear someone, possible Scott Spillane, yell "Holy shit!" at the end of the track if you listen closely. The final version is almost exactly what Jeff played that day, with the addition of horn overdubs and a couple of places where Robert went in and doubled the vocal."
I drew the album art for In the Aeroplane Over the Sea but instead of lines, I drew it entirely with the lyrics from the album. Every song was used in the picture.
I think I might start doing this with other albums that I like. It looks really cool.
HQ Image: http://i.imgur.com/I7lza.jpg
Probably the best song on the EP. Was originally meant as a companion song to Oh Comely.
Forest Park - Portland, Oregon