Los Campesinos!: I Just Sighed Just So You Know

It's DJ Sadie, bringing you a gritty, lo-fi slice of life from Welsh indie band Los Campesinos!

First and foremost, let it be said
I am writing this at 7:10 a.m.
On the hot dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt
Astronomically speaking, it's the first day of autumn

The sun is hanging 'round like summer's hungover
They knocked the garage down and made flats for our sin
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers
And it smells like a mix of petrol and dog shit

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
Let this pass you by

Sometimes it's just enough to know
I keep him on his toes
Is he as sympathetic as me
To the untimely demise of your synthetic clothes?

I've displayed marriage proposals on the Jumbo Trons
Of ballgames you've not been at
I've written eulogies in guest books at galleries
In the hope that you might pass

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
Let this pass you by

She nervous and barefoot chats to me at the front door
New boyfriend inside the same becoming a martyr
Me rolling, writhing on the floor
Stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall

Well, I hold seashells to my ears
Pretty sure I can hear you

You gave a gift of her favorite book of love poems
Annotate the ones you thought applied the most
I'm gonna win you 'round with prose
If anyone should know I should know

Girl, that must be the reason you let slip
To the point of sending the message
Six months of visceral Catherine wheels
Kissing carnivores to make you seem less of a deal

Just let me be the one you let
Keep track of the moles on your back
I just sighed, the universe replied
Let this pass you by

I promise after this I will pick up the phone book
And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on the first look
A moral of my poorly composed declarations there in the future

I'm so sorry to have put you through
A lifetime of dedications you never desired

And this one sentence bludgeons me over the head
Okay, I'm a little bit drunk and I mean just a little bit
A lush in denial, only rather coquettish

I'm fifteen years old and my parents' only son
Like I barely survived a girl's school education
Prettier now that you've grown your hair long
I'm a slip of a man since I cut mine all off

Please just let me be the one to keep track
Of the freckles and the moles on your back

Customizing Headlights for Your Muscle Car

An *ahem* ENLIGHTENING video for those of you who are adept at customizing your classic muscle car.

(Ducks rotten fruit being thrown at head.)

I always wanted to own a muscle car. I thought they were so cool. My practical father (R.I.P.) would have none of it, though. I had a nice, non-descript second-hand Audi, which Dad got for $500 from a handyman friend of his. I have to admit, that car was well built. I kept it for another 8 years after graduating high school, at which point it got traded in for a mini van, as by then I had three kids.

I still think back on those daydreams of youth. I wanted to take auto shop so I could work on my dream muscle car, but in those days, girls didn't take auto shop. (I graduated high school in 1982.) My father actually taught me a few basic things, like changing the oil, checking the fluid levels, filling the tires, and changing a tire. But auto shop was not a "thing" for girls.

Maybe once my brother and I are retired, we'll buy ourselves a couple of muscle cars and let the younger generation laugh at us and accuse us of having a mid-life crisis as we have fun working on them.

~DJ Aurora~