Joy is what we're after
The laughter of the clouds
Crowns of sound and hailing
Holy be thy name
Joy if it doesn't kill me
Triumph even if it does
10,000 volts of lightning
Stemming from my lips
(Fleeing through my toes)
(Gunning for my heart)
Sort of like the joy of falling
Or dying in a dream
Water off a rock cliff
Billowing in steam
Hammering the instrument
Hard enough to feel
The light that it is made of
That is joy and it is real
Oh, there is perfect violence
On the dunes out by the beach
We wiped the blood from our swords
On driftwood and on grass
Where did you get this idea
of the concept of a soul?
What are you doing in South Korea?
You need to come back home
Joy is what we're after
The laughter of the clouds
Crowns of sound and hailing
Holy be thy name
Joy if it doesn't kill me
Triumph even if it does
10,000 volts of lightning
Stemming from my lips
(Fleeing through my toes)
(Gunning for my heart)
A heartbreaking album that shows tremendous courage and inspires listeners to tell those who are fucking with us to fuck off forever - - amazing sound worlds, direct and powerful songs Ben Seretan
Absolutely beautiful! The flippant wistfulness of Neutral Milk Hotel meets the spare immediacy of Spoon . . . But it's its own thing. Just listen to it. Matt Leber