::Sappy Love Songs Week:: The Beach Boys - Darlin'

Whilst searching for songs this week, I typed in the word "love" into my itunes search to see what would come up. The majority of the results were The Beach Boys so I had to pick one. (Looking back on this it may  be because of Mike Love's name, but regardless, they know how to write some sappy music).

I chose this one because its a little bit lesser known and showcases Carl Wilson's talent. Brian is brilliant and all, but I think Carl deserves some credit now and again too. If not for his song writing than for his impressive beard. It's a pretty simple ditty about a girl brightening a dude's life and its got everything you'd expect to hear in one of the BB's love songs, i.e. backup harmony blasts, horns, the works.

Ohh darlin'
My darlin' you're so fine
Ohhhh-hhh-hhh

Don't know if words can say
But darlin' I'll find a way
To let you know what you meant to me
Guess it was meant to be
I hold you in my heart
As life's most precious part

Oh darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way you soften my life with your love
Your precious love uh huh oh

I was living like half a man
Then I couldn't love but now I can
You pick me up when I'm feeling sad
More soul than I ever had
Gonna love you every single night
Cause I think you're too outta sight

Oh-ho darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way soften my life with your love
Your precious love uh huh huh

Woah oh oh oh oh

Every night oh darlin'
Gonna love you every single night, yes I will
Cause I think you're too doggone outta sight

Oh darlin'
I dream about you often my pretty darlin'
(Darlin' you're so fine)
I love the way soften my life with your love
Your precious love uh huh
Oh

::Sappy Love Songs Week:: Buddy Holly - Dearest

This is my favorite Buddy Holly song hands down and fits quite well in this week's theme what with his lovey dovey lyrics and his heartthrobbiness amongst the womenfolk of the 50s. Its pretty cheesy and so simple but still fantastic. There's a better version of this out there where it's just him and an acoustic guitar that adds a more personal, desperate feeling to it, but I couldn't find it in the two seconds I took to look for it so I gave up. Sue me.

Any way its got all the sappy, gushy stuff in the lyrics. But it also has the Uhhhhmmmyeah's going for it. I cant explain why, but that is probably one of my favorite thing about lead vocals. I love a singer's ability to throw in some noise (Ooo's, uhh's, wah's, what have you's) that add that extra kick to a song. There is such a thing as over the top however, David Lee Roth.

Dearest - though you're the nearest to my heart 
please don't ever - umm ya 
ever say we'll part 

You scold and you were so bold 
yes together - umm ya 
our love will grow old - umm ya 
our love will grow old 

You may be a million miles away 
please believe me - umm ya 
when you hear me say 
I love you - I love you 

Come home - keep me from these sleepless nights 
try my love again - umm ya 
I'm gonna treat you right - umm ya 
I'm gonna treat you right

::Sappy Love Songs Week:: Death Cab For Cutie - Earth Angel

So I guess it's Valentine's Day. The one day of the year to remind all the single-folk such as myself how much it sucks to be single. Although this year I'm going to ignore all that and make the best of it and you should too even if you're a single chump or chumpette.

So maybe the object of your affection hates your guts. Maybe they live in some far off distant land. Maybe they're only interested in big burly guys who wear flannels year round and say it would look too awkward holding hands with a guy that's only slightly bigger than her. Maybe you just can't find anyone that's willing to talk about your theories on time travel for 3 hours. Whatever the case, affection exists. And it does weird things to people. Let's all just be fascinated and happy about that because one of the weird things it does to us is inspires us to make and listen to sappy love songs.

However! There's good sap and bad sap. Some sap is just sap for the sake of sappiness (too much sap in one sentence). That's bad sap. That's the sap that gets all stuck to your hands and wont come off for three days. Then there's good sap. The kind of sap that makes you think "Yeah its sappy, but who cares. I like it and it means something." That's the kind of sap that goes through a rigorous process and gets turned into maple syrup. So this week, listen to these maple syrupy songs that celebrate love, affection or lack thereof. Also have some pancakes. That sounds really good right now for some reason.



Death Cab for Cutie has a tendency to sap it up now and again. I mean who can forget the gooeyness of "I Will Follow You Into the Dark." I didn't want to choose the obvious choice here but I wanted to use Death Cab this week. So here's a cover they did for the Stubbs The Zombie Soundtrack.

"Earth Angel" is a classic song from the 50s originally released by The Penguins. Its doo wop style and chromatic bass arpeggios make it a relaxing, bleary-eyed dream-scape. And without it, Marty McFly's parents may not have met at the "Enchantment Under the Sea" dance.

 Earth angel, earth angel: will you be mine?
My darling dear, love you all the time.
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Earth angel, earth angel; the one I adore.
Love you forever, and ever more.
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you and I knew the vision of your love, loveliness.
I hoped and I prayed that some day I'd be the vision on your happiness.

Earth angel, earth angel: please be mine?
My darling dear, love you all the time.
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I fell for you and I knew the vision of your loveliness,
I hope and I pray that some day I'd be the vision on your happiness.

Earth angel, earth angel: please be mine?
My darling dear, love you all the time.
I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

::Lasties Week:: Of Montreal - Authentic Pyrrhic Remission

Of Montreal are one of the weirdest bands out there. If you have not heard of them and like trippy, soul, pop, dance, art-rock, erotic disco music then I would check them out. Kevin Barnes is the creative force behind them writing and recording most of the instruments himself. He enlists the help of about 8 friends for support and live performances, which by the way are just as weird and trippy as the music.

This song is from their upcoming album Paralytic Stalks out on February 7. It is a 13 minute closer starting off with a funky, upbeat carnival of sounds. Then five minutes into it or so, it starts to morph into something else. There is a bridge of feedback and ambient noise and it finally dies out to a vocal and piano part that is just beautiful. It ends the album with a sigh, either of relief, relaxation or depression, I'm not quite sure. Nevertheless, an awesome closer.

I can't find any lyrics yet, since this isn't out yet so you'll have to get out a pen and paper and write them all down. Then send them to me. Do my work for me.

::Lasties Week:: Incubus - Aqueous Transmission

This one goes waaayyyy back for me. This is like a Brandon Musical Time Capsule, so if it seems out of place that's why. Gotta represent my roots I suppose. Incubus used to be one of my favorite bands and I have to admit that every now and then I listen to a few of their songs.

This one is from Morning View. This album signified a change for them into a more mellowed out sound and this song is a perfect example of mellowing out. Relaxing, Japanese-themed music sends you adrift down a river made of pillows, blankets and sleeping pills.

I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holds long ago
Lying face up on the floor of my vessel
I marvel at the stars
And feel my heart overflow
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Two weeks without my lover
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named emotion
Will I make it back to shore
Or drift into the unknown

Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river

I'm building an antenna
Transmissions will be sent when I am through
Maybe we could meet again further down the river
And share what we both discovered...
Then revel in the view

Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river
Further down the river

I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river
I'm floating down a river

::Lasties Week:: Portugal. The Man - 1989/Our Way

Well since last week was Firsties, this week'll be Lasties. Seems logical, yeah? Anyway, these songs wrap up albums like a big fat punctuation mark. Be it a period, a comma, an exclamation point or some made up form of punctuation, they leave you with a satisfied sense of culmination and completion. It makes you feel like you accomplished something (but in actuality you just spent 30 minutes to an hour eating Cheezits and listening to music).





I'm going to start this week off with one of my favorite bands and the band that I just realized is the best band when it comes to closing albums. I had a hard time with picking a PTM song for this list because almost every album ends on the most perfect song. I ended up picking this one because I think its from their most artistic album, their magnum opus so to speak.

"1989/Our Way" is from Censored Colors and every time I listen to it I get the sense that I've just returned from some journey and am reliving it with a group of friends and family. Sort of retelling the tale and breathing a sigh of relief around a campfire. And for some reason there are a bunch of circus animals shooting off fireworks and giraffes blowing on those little party whistle things. Also there are bikini-clad women doing backflips. Hey its my fantasy, leave me alone.

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
Or lists of all our things
Just minutes making minds
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
But the making never made
The comers never came
But I still felt the awful news

It was patience that we had
And the miles we had left
That held us there
Until we could let go

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
And it'll be over soon
No moon children or peoples sun
Or ringing in my ears
When I felt that awful news

But we found that we were always lost... in space
And we will never find our way
We felt that we would always find our way
If our minds ever come around

I was born in nineteen eighty-nine
All we could do
Not in birth or body
But only in our minds
I was shaking to through my eyes
And living through each breath
I still felt that awful news

::Firsties Week:: The Decemberists - The Infanta

The Decemberists are a band that refuse to exist in one time. They're songs touch on themes of rastabouts, wayward ship captains and Victorian love affairs and each one seems to be pulled right out of a dusty old classic novel. Needless to say they're unique.

"The Infanta" is from the album Picaresque and starts it off with a grand parade, celebrating the birth of a royal child. The song begins with a low rumbling and a horn signifying the approaching "folderol." And then the parade enters and excitement, confetti and cannon-fire fill the air. The music is middle-eastern, grand and adventurous sounding. You gotta hand it to Colin Meloy's vocabulary. I'm almost certain this is the only song ever that uses the lyric "among five-score pachyderm each canopied and passengered, sits the duke and his duchesses luscious young girls."

Here she comes in her palanquin
on the back of an elephant
on a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
all astride on her father's line
with the king and his concubines
and her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta

Among five score pachyderm
each canopied and passengered
sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
within sight of the baroness
seething spite for this lithe largesse
by her side sits the baron
her barrenness barbs her
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta

A phalanx on camelback
thirty ranks on a forward tack
followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
while behind in their coach-and-fours
ride the wives of the king of Moors
And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta

And as she sits upon her place
her innocence laid on her face
from all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
melodies rhapsodical and fair
and all our hearts afire
the sky ablaze with cannon fire
we all raise our voices to the air
to the air...

And above all this folderol
on a bed made of chaparral
she is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
and the babe, all in slumber dreams
of a place filled with quiet streams
and the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
and we'll all come praise the infanta
and we'll all come praise the infanta