I’ve always though that this band was good, but nothing exceptional. Lately, though, I’ve been paying attention to their lyrics, and my mind has been changed. My favorite verse is in Summersong, and it is perfectly poetic:
"My girl, linen and curls Lips parting like a flag all unfurled She’s grand, the bend of her hand Digging deep into the sweep of the sand”
Of course, as far as lyrics go, there is little that can compare to The Strokes’ five words: “just two friends in lust…”
The flaw in the Christ stories, said the visitor from outer space, was that Christ, who didn’t look like much, was actually the Son of the Most Powerful Being in the Universe. Readers understood that, so, when they came to the crucifixion, they naturally thought, and Rosewater read out loud again:
Oh boy-they sure picked the wrong guy to lynch that time!
And that thought had a brother: “There are right people to lynch.” Who? People not well connected. So it goes.