This was one of the first ones we wrote where we both looked at one another and went, "OH yeah." Russ's lyrics are on point, gliding over the Black Moth Super Rainbow-like squelchy analog bass, and the song builds nicely to a thunderous crescendo.
Russ wrote the lyrics after he came back from Costa Rica with Laura, and had a lot of tropical images in his mind.
We spent about 30 minutes trying to get the phaser sound on "vital flow" to sound just right - it's a fun little bit that's liquid retro. I imagine the end of the song as a surfer tunneling through a crashing wave in slow motion, dragging his hand along the water like a kid walking past a fence.
Date written: 10/15/10
I am the black-tongued lover and the son of despair.
You are the creek-worm daughter with a bow in her hair.
Swim under blue oceans with a tooth in your tongue.
[Win] all the worlds are swimmin that are already sung.
I wanna leave my body in the tropical dirt.
You wanna leave your body in your favorite shirt.
Swim in the pre-fab science of a pelican beak.
[Win] all the cats-eyed-lookin' fish in the deep.
I could've sprung my bones right outta your skin.
You could've bleached all the world out of all of its sin.
Swim in the gelatin currents with the vital flow.
[Win] all the hangdog bummers we will never know.