I can’t get enough of this album or this American Indie rock band. I have been playing the tracks for hours today as I’ve worked on the computer, on my sketchbook, on painting a frame… Every song is like candy for my ears and my brain. My body wants to bob and wiggle and dance. The album art makes all my art senses tingle and the videos that I’ve seen of the band so far are artistically amazing as well.
I was so sad that their appearance at DC’s 9:30 Club sold out in a nanosecond because I would have loved to see them in that intimate venue. But since I missed the boat I’ll just continue to listen to my CD at full volume and pretend that Grouplove is singing just to me!
In honor of this fabulous musical muse, I took the first four lines of each of the songs on this album and created a poem from it. I did not rearrange the lines or the order of the songs (I apologize if there are any lyric mistakes). Here it goes:
I’m itching on a photograph,
I’m scratching on a thermostat,
I’m giving up on looking back,
I’m letting go of what I had.
Take me to your best friend’s house,
Go around this roundabout, oh yeah.
Take me to your best friend’s house,
I loved you then I love you now, oh yeah.
You’re such a lovely cup, why don’t you fill me up.
All these reasons too hard to explain.
So I drink you up my dear.
We got it all right here.
I am a man, man, man, man up, up in the air.
And I run around, round, round, round this downtown and act like I don’t care.
So when you see me flying by the planet’s moon.
You don’t need to explain that everything’s changed just know I’m just like you.
Time moves slow.
Time moves slow.
Time moves slow.
But it’s you who brought me here.
Cruising down the highway with my friends, top down, and we’re all on our way to the beach,
And everyone keeps laughing at those we are passing as we’re sucking on that bonnie, bonnie weed.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
I want it ragtag life in a bag,
I’ve been sleeping in a bus mistrust singing la,la,la,la.
I’ve got the feeling I’ve been nickel and dimed,
That was probably in line for this semiconscious state of mind.
Betty’s a bomb shell, she just got paid,
Crossing the street on passionate gates.
Billy’s a looker he’s from upstate,
He ran into Betty and he took her on a date.
Dim the lights, dim the lights, dim the lights low.
You can come and join me, sit around the piano.
You can light the fire, open up the window.
You can make a choice by seeing which way the wind blows.
Walking down the street, man, you’re so bold (so bold),
Seen your mom and dad and their so cold (so cold),
But love will save your soul,
From feeling so alone and growing old.
Go ahead and close the door.
I’ll stand outside in the rain.
A little bird just told me so.
It’s time to start over again.
Yeah, we laid down in the sand.
You took my clothes off with your hands.
I gotta to say you look real pretty.
All the way from New York City.