Destroyer, Loscil - Grief Point lyrics

The journal starts late: six weeks
Into the making of
"Grief Point, " first off is "May Day
" a song in honor of May
1st and the workers can you still
Be against the strike that
Only strikes for more pay? By
"you, " in this instance, i mean "me"

There is a certain kind of person to
Whom things come with great facility they
Say this is the noise that gets made
As my life is lived so
Be it but don't feel the need to
Record it for a second I thought
That this meant that they were not
Interested in history but that'swrong wrong
Wrong a bad reading of the
Situation the right reading
Is that I just don't understand it at all

Grief Point and "May Day
" by extension suffers from the
Same old shit a
Potential, complete ignorance of
Ambience, real ambience, in
That: Can you really construct it
Every last bit of it
And just let the listener feel it's
Effects? And is this the
Right treatment? Always the same
Question in this case I would maybe say yes
Just because it forces form onto the thing
"thing" as a bunch of words, two melodies
And the words sung in a handful of ways
Between J and D, of course, the
Same old war rages: one into a
Tight and perfect digital palace
But super true
To the genre the other, wanting to draw
On actual sounds, mix it up, humanize

It's cool how for my part
This sleight of hand, the
Trick of making something confounding and
Great and potentially horrible
Drawn up from air -all this is no
Longer of any interest in fact
Even seeing things in this
Light depresses me and
So I often come home at night
Depressed by what we have done
What we are doing it's good
It means I've changed

I have lost interest in music it is horrible

I should only make things
I understand i should
Only make things I know how to construct
However imperfect it's not
Even like dictating
To someone it's less than that

"May Day" it'self is pretty cool
I have to admit it condemns the world at such
An easy pace i intend to tell T
It is like a happy "Shooting Rockets
" a disgusting description of anything
To be sure i think the world does not
Like me grim it likes me melancholic, but
Not miserable english on the Mediterranean
Which is oddly enough some of
The worst people there is

At some point, when it is made, I
Will explain this record, word for word
Swear to God an
Ape with angel glands: when I know if it is
Good or bad, I'll know what is good
And what is bad

The answer to the making of "Grief Point"
Is picnic baskets filled with blood

Too rich, nothing at stake

If had to write lyrics for his songs
They would be cumbersome, pale blocks, like
His riffs, but pale so instead he
Went out and found a wailer
Too stupid to commit to a single thing

I assume not lighting up at the sight
Of your mother is a sign
Of madness in an infant patina, no
Name for a baby your firstborn
Before they threw you from the bridge

Bagna wrestles his dogs to the floor such a
Beautiful scene for some they write plays
Don't perform them

The message from the critical
Reception of Dreams was
Quite clear: we will not be listening
To you any further of course some tension
Is created cosmonaut in a bread line
Et cetera

I watched a pig devour the classics just to
Get to you the barge endlessly circling
Your mind finds out it is done