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…And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead- Totally Natural

i’ve wanted to post something by these guys or a while now, but i couldn’t decide between this song and another called ‘another morning stoner.’ i elected to post this one because it represents why i like the band. to me, these guys define indie rock. they’re sound is unrefined, loose, and earnest. it feels as though each of them throws everything they have into every song. i’m shocked they can survive a whole set (i’ve heard their shows are crazy. if you’ve been to one and don’t mind sharing your thoughts, let me know what it was like). i’m sure it’s brual. just look at ‘em. they all look like they’ve been hit in the face a few times, don’t they. as i said earlier, this song does what most of their other songs threaten to. it starts unsteadily, stumbles around frantically, then breaks down into a wall of sound played at high speeds. so, turn this one up to 11 and enjoy.

Look at his hand move!
Check out the shape of his hips as he goes!
Well he’s totally natural!
Well actually he’s a white ghost
Performing in a video.
He’s totally natural! (he’s only an actor)

He’s so beautiful to see,
But something’s lost underneath,
Enter the wounded animal,
Refuse the medals they bestow
Shake a hand, take a bow
It’s so au natural
(He’s only an actor)
(He’s on the screen…)

The chains lie broken one by one
Of the molten- sod illusion of a broken home
It’s a street fight, it’s a Friday night alone
It’s a bottle that’s warming on the shelf
It’s feeling just inches away from death
It’s a street, it’s an icicle
It’s a panic attack, it’s only an act, yeah

-the skinny miracle