Tomorrow I will be singing and dancing to pure pop joy. I will drink beer and sing along with any friends that are about, perhaps new ones.
Here's a tune: "Death to Los Campesinos!"
Showing posts with label Mustache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mustache. Show all posts
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Evening Hymn
Tonight's hymn, brought to you by Beirut.
This song, along with the video, has dancing, mustaches, wine-n-whimsy, and a certain Gypsy-ness that is not entirely trustworthy. Hence, I love it.
Zach Condon is the real McCoy. Whatever Old-Worldness that he may affect, it seems genuine. From the various write ups, he sounds like a real-life globe traipsing tramp.
Enjoy. Lets bang the shit out of metal garbage cans. Raise some racket, hell and Cain.
This song, along with the video, has dancing, mustaches, wine-n-whimsy, and a certain Gypsy-ness that is not entirely trustworthy. Hence, I love it.
Zach Condon is the real McCoy. Whatever Old-Worldness that he may affect, it seems genuine. From the various write ups, he sounds like a real-life globe traipsing tramp.
Enjoy. Lets bang the shit out of metal garbage cans. Raise some racket, hell and Cain.
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