I don't understand how I've been listening to the Pixies' album Doolittle for years but only recently have become absolutely obsessed with it.
I'm listening to it like Charles Manson listened to the Beatles. I'm not biking, I'm not driving my car, I'm walking just so that I can spend hours listening to my cd player. When the batteries run out, I go into some sort of primal psychological state until I can get to the next corner store and get some more. It's my blankie and I'm two.
I'm particularly obsessed with the son "No. 13 Baby." I don't have time (in part because I have to walk to where I'm going) to explicate the lyrics fully (oh but they are deserving!) but here they are:
Got hair in a girl
That flows to her bones
And a comb in her pocket
If the wind get blown
Stripes from her eyes
When she walks slow
But her face fall down
When she go, go, go
Black tear falling on my lazy queen
Gotta tattooed tit
Say number 13
Viva
Don't want no blue eyes
La loma
Want brown eyes
Rica
I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Choir in the yard
And the house next door
Where her grandma brought
Some songs from shore
Six foot girl
Gonna sweat when she dig
Stand close to the fire
When they light the pig
Standing in her chinos
Shirt pulled off clean
Gotta tattooed tit
Say number 13
Viva
Don't want no blue eyes
La loma
Want brown eyes
Rica
I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state
***
I thought Muddy Waters' Folk Singer was the sexiest thing I had ever heard, but I can't handle:
Six foot girl, gonna sweat when she dig. . .Standing in her chinos, shirt pulled off clean, gotta tattooed tit, say number 13.
I think I'm gonna lose my shit. I feel like if I just repeat this song over and over enough I'll eventually transcend my body and go to a world where all women are six feet tall and dig trenches for pig roasts and tattoo their boobs.
Viva La Loma Rica
=Long live the Sumptuous Hill.
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Long live the sumptuous hill!!
Something I don't think I mentioned was that when I was in the initial stages of listening to this song many moons ago, I thought Black was saying "a man of state, a man of state, a man of state," like he'd be bringing Lincoln or FDR to the luau with Ms 6-foot-tall-girl.
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