Some sort of time machine


‘Some sort of time machine…’ – Oh Comely (Mangum)

In the Aeroplane over the Sea – Neutral Milk Hotel

Today I bought tickets to see one of the best songwriters of all time; end of discussion. Jeff Mangum, leader singer/song-writer for folk and experimental outfit, Neutral Milk Hotel is playing two shows at the Union Chapel in Islington in December this year. For an artist that hasn’t been overly active in recent times (in terms of playing shows) it came as quite a shock that he was playing over in the UK (Thank-you Twitter for alerting me through trending). I had come to terms with the fact that I may never witness Mangum play live, without some sort of time machine. He has inspired me massively; his songs are indescribable and like nothing else I have ever heard. I hope if you read this you have time to check out the video below – entitled ‘Oh Comely’, it is somewhat of a masterpiece.

Oh comely

I will be with you when you lose your breath

Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left

With some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene

That was doing her thing on your chest

But oh comely

It isn’t as pretty as you’d like to guess

Oh comely

All of your friends are letting you blow

Bristling and ugly

Bursting with fruits falling out from the holes

Of some pretty bright and bubbly friend

You could need to say comforting things in your ear

But oh comely

There isn’t such one friend that you could find here

Standing next to me

He’s only my enemy

I’ll crush him with everything I own

Your father made fetuses

With flesh licking ladies

While you and your mother

Were asleep in the trailer park

Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums

The music and medicine you needed for comforting

So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving

And pluck all your silly strings

And bend all your notes for me

Soft silly music is meaningful magical

The movements were beautiful

All in your ovaries

All of them milking with green fleshy flowers

While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines

Smelling of semen all under the garden

Was all you were needing when you still believed in me

And I know they buried her body with others

Her sister and mother and 500 families

And will she remember me 50 years later

I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine

Know all your enemies

We know who are enemies are

Goldaline my dear

We will fold and freeze together

Far away from here

There is sun and spring and green forever

But now we move to feel

For ourselves inside some stranger’s stomach

Place your body here

Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

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