Friday, November 7, 2008

Like A Stamp

Song: "Blue and Gold Print"
Artist: Mates of State
Album: Re-Arrange us
Year: 2008
From: Lawrence, Kansas (originally)

Husband and wife team, who's treating who right?  I suppose they mean each other, although they're "just a little bit lost", "just a little unkept".  Piano piano intros trum la lum.  Obviously, some sort of toxic love is enabling a childish love.  Is it one of the same?  Yes, maturity and responsibility can be lost in the pitter patter of an organ.  Grace transforms into an angelic child.  An innocence only a five year old can truly exchange as brutal honesty.  I swear I will love you...gaga feed me something warm.  These mates sing about their first meeting, and subsequently became the "greatest day of his life".  Is this one sided?  

Do they have kids, cause this dynamic duo is awaiting what happens after "the kids are all grown"?  Not too sure, but they aren't intimidated by the passing of seconds and how that influences their love.  What is a first love?  A person who you can never forget, that's for sure.  Someone who can creep into your thoughts like a cat on nip.  A mindless love, as they describe.  Someone who doesn't make sense, but still exists in memory.  Not for relishing, at times for annoyance, but mostly for growth, well hopefully.  When MOS sing, "I know he's treating me right".  Is this in compared to the prior "he", or just generally?  Clearly- if they're discussing an old lover- he successfully creeped his way into this song.  

The layers of vocal chorus's and piano chords create a beautiful overlapping of emotions.  A sadness and a victory co-exist.  Past and present combust in harmonies too pretty for the cover art.  A picture frame, or rather this song's picture frame shouldn't be so brooding.  Instead, I think it should resemble "Little House on the Prairie", sans prairie plus flatland. Like Iowa on it's most beautiful day, which I assume would be sometime in October.  A Little house of filled with dark wood and tiny silver frames, sitting on the outskirts of some dirty turnpike.

Listen for the love, and I'm wondering, do you see Kansas, California, Green Gables, or a random hotel room?

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