Anodyne
Monday, July 16, 2007
 

I Saw Her in the Anti-War Demonstration
Words and music by Jens Lekman, apparently channeling Jonathan Richman

Strings, handclaps, the whole nine yards, turning the corner by the Bayshore to look back at the expansion's neo-Constructivist fretwork in the last light, seaplanes landing, electric candleflames leaping in the windows of Liz's shed, Raven's glittering eyes. . . .

You're looking for me in the demonstration
Well I have already lost patience
And you might find me sitting by the pavement
Or maybe not, 'cause I have shrunk
I fell in love with a punk and she took my breath

Now there's nothing left
Of blood enough to feed a family
Well I just wanna feed Emily
With lukewarm English beer and vegan pancakes

I saw her in the anti war demonstration
It was a sweet sensation of love
Ah...
Love...

When I was sixteen I hang out with the kids who liked it
The kind of punks that were born in leather jackets
The kind of punks who placed themselves in brackets
And she was one of them, back then she was somebody's girlfriend
And I was no one, I had nothing

And the skies, were clear blue skies
And her eyes, were clear blue eyes
And her thighs were about the same size as mine
And we were walking in the anti-war demonstration
It was a sweet sensation of love, of love
It was a sweet sensation of love.
- posted by cjb @ 11:38 AM


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