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xpost They're clearly massively popular, or at least on par with Arcade Fire, the National, a few others. LCD irks me the most (well, Arcade Fire is pretty bad) about doing Big Popular Band things while at the same time complaining about having to do Big Popular Band things. "Oh, sad us, we wish we didn't have to play MSG, or all these festivals, but that's just the way it is, and we're barely breaking even once you take out our expenses of burning massive piles of money." "We had no idea we'd sell out this modest club in our hip hometown, but it's OK, we'll just play 10 shows, because that way everyone will get to see us, because there's no way we'll ever sell out 10 nights at a tiny venue." Etc.
― Josh in Chicago, Tuesday, 5 December 2017 21:22 (yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
this post is really weird esp since they don't seem very complaining as a band, at all. i guess some people can never win, what exactly do you want them to do?
― Susan Stranglehands (jed_), Wednesday, 6 December 2017 12:04 (six years ago) link
x-post: Yeah, their lyrics can be pretty bad and unwindy.― Frederik B, Tuesday, 5 December 2017 21:26 (two days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
far from being bad or unwindy [sic]/not (sic)
they are actually searing on Tonite. I don't think I've read pop lyrics this clever for a long time
tonite
LCD Soundsystem
Everybody's singing the same song
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight"
I never realized these artists thought so much about dying
But truth be told we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I'm telling you
This is the best news you're getting all week
Oh sure it's ruling the airwaves
What remains of the airwaves
And we're frankly thankful for the market psychology you're hipping us to
And all the hits are saying the same thing
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Then life is finite
But shit, it feels like forever
It feels like forever
Oh is everybody feeling the same stuff?
We're all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are
This is a love song
And you're getting older
I promise you this; you're getting older
And there's improvements unless
You're such a winner
That the future's a nightmare
And there's nothing I can do
Nothing anyone can do about this
And oh, I'm offering you a chance to get even
But oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
But that's not right
And you're too sharp to be used
Or you're too shocked from being used
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes
And what's it you do again?
Oh I'm a reminder
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Set to parry the cocksure of men's sick filth
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
Every lover favors the same things
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight"
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
And luck is always better than skill at things
We're flying blind
Oh good gracious
I sound like my mom
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memory
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
But embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
'Till versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything we thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
And reasonable people know better than you
That cost in the long run but they don't know the short game
And terrible people know better than you
They're used and abused of the once so dear listener
So you will be badgered and taunted until death
You're missing a party that you'll never get over
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
That you stood in the background oh until you got older
But that's all lies
That's all lies
It's gonna have to be good enough, I can't do this anymore, my brain won't work
― Susan Stranglehands (jed_), Thursday, 7 December 2017 02:26 (six years ago) link
ten months pass...
three years pass...