The previous segment on this album "East Hastings" bears personal significance as well. When I was living in St. Augustine, I used to go for long drives at night when I could not sleep. Sometimes I'd drive north on A1A along the beach, sometimes I'd drive south on A1A following the beach, but the most special drive to me was heading west on route 207 towards Gainesville. There was something really magical for me about it. The trees, the air, the land, the buildings..but on my drive I would pass through Hastings, Florida, which I think of when reading the title of this song. The town before it was called Spuds, and there were potato farms there.
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Providence
The previous segment on this album "East Hastings" bears personal significance as well. When I was living in St. Augustine, I used to go for long drives at night when I could not sleep. Sometimes I'd drive north on A1A along the beach, sometimes I'd drive south on A1A following the beach, but the most special drive to me was heading west on route 207 towards Gainesville. There was something really magical for me about it. The trees, the air, the land, the buildings..but on my drive I would pass through Hastings, Florida, which I think of when reading the title of this song. The town before it was called Spuds, and there were potato farms there.
Monday, February 11, 2019
I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
https://vimeo.com/205700568- "Leif Erikson" by Interpol from the album Turn on the Bright Lights
Date of Release: August 20 2002 in US on Matador Records
Recorded: November 2001 at Tarquin Studios in Connecticut
Co-Produced, mixed and engineered by Peter Katis and Gareth Jones https://genius.com/albums/Interpol/Turn-on-the-bright-lights
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
She swears I’m a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids' gloves
But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I’m just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, 'cause I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight
All the people that you’ve loved, they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes
I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time I learned your way
I picture you and me together in the jungle, it would be ok
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mind
If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It’s like learning a new language
You come here to me
We’ll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal -https://genius.com/Interpol-leif-erikson-lyrics
When I was in college and living on my own in my beloved apartment on Saragossa Street, I had songs that I listened to repeatedly. They made me cry. It was very cathartic. As I've been revisiting older work, I've felt the desire to revisit the 'songs I used to cry to' too. The first is the song 'Leif Erikson' by Interpol. The lines I felt/still feel most emotionally connected to are "She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids' gloves But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox." And "I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night."
Date of Release: August 20 2002 in US on Matador Records
Recorded: November 2001 at Tarquin Studios in Connecticut
Co-Produced, mixed and engineered by Peter Katis and Gareth Jones https://genius.com/albums/Interpol/Turn-on-the-bright-lights
She says it helps with the lights out
Her rabid glow is like braille to the night
She swears I’m a slave to the details
But if your life is such a big joke, why should I care?
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight
So that you two can take some time, teach each other to reciprocate
She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids' gloves
But she doesn’t know that I left my urge in the icebox
She swears I’m just prey for the female
Well then hook me up and throw me, baby cakes, 'cause I like to get hooked
The clock is set for nine but you know you’re gonna make it eight
All the people that you’ve loved, they’re all bound to leave some keepsakes
I’ve been swinging all the time, think it’s time I learned your way
I picture you and me together in the jungle, it would be ok
I’ll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night
That is supposing that you don’t sleep tonight
It’s like learning a new language
Helps me catch up on my mind
If you don’t bring up those lonely parts
This could be a good time
It’s like learning a new language
You come here to me
We’ll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal
She says brief things, her love’s a pony
My love’s subliminal -https://genius.com/Interpol-leif-erikson-lyrics
When I was in college and living on my own in my beloved apartment on Saragossa Street, I had songs that I listened to repeatedly. They made me cry. It was very cathartic. As I've been revisiting older work, I've felt the desire to revisit the 'songs I used to cry to' too. The first is the song 'Leif Erikson' by Interpol. The lines I felt/still feel most emotionally connected to are "She feels that my sentimental side should be held with kids' gloves But she doesn't know that I left my urge in the icebox." And "I'll bring you when my lifeboat sails through the night."
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