fav losercore song from my fav losercore band (the strokes were losers who willed their coolness onto people. interpol were cool because they accepted their loserdom and didnt pretend otherwise)
i generally dk what tf the lyrics on any of these songs are saying actually but i like the imagery. and also this is what living in new york is like, not the less-than-zero black and white grain of Is This It.
New York is being thrown into a variety of situations and having no language for it. so you are left with feelings that morph into phrases like “she says brief things/her love’s a pony” or “friends dont waste wine/when there’s words to sell” and “will you put my hands away/will you be my man”.
does that make sense? does anything in this city make sense?
anyway: i rediscovered this song a couple of years ago and instantly the music video flashed in my brain. see the photo. it feels like it’s from a kiyoshi kurosawa film (pulse not cure). it changed my brain chem and made me embrace the loserdom that is living in bushwick…i dont know what the obstacle is, but i have a good idea.