"Mondrian sounds a bit like Jeff Mangum from Neutral Milk Hotel was given an injection of liquid rainbow after snorting a line of powdered unicorn horn. So happy was he that he brought out his Melodica and began to wheeze a cheerful little tune. And being so satisfied with this, he snuck a little whistling in." = http://musicbetweenfriends.com/2010/12/05/sweet-mondrian/.
Showing posts with label very wary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label very wary. Show all posts
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
MONDRIAN on A NEW BAND A DAY!

"Very Wary’s ennui is, indeed, palpable, and the simple interplay between the lazily plucked instruments and sleepy observations of sweet love is delicious. It’s a brazenly lovely song. They aren’t worrying about their importance, or their time or place, and are instead bent on – get this – writing a nice song. I realise I’ve undersold Mondrian. I’m sorry. Very Wary is genuinely soporific in its tenderness, and I think I’ve partly dozed off. Mondrian manage to make songs that are simple, beguiling and displaying a Gallic lubriciousness that will charm your pants off and tuck you into bed."
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Friday, February 19, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
"Very wary" by MONDRIAN
LYRICS : They're weren't just best friends, they were bestest friends/Either cold and heat they did stand/Then third party you came/In a seersucker rose skirt.../Where was hidden hedonism?/For both of them the answer's yes/Cos' nor such a fucking mess/To border & to look after/To look after, to border/Nor the apocalyspe & co they did care/We are not always very wary/We are not always in a hurry/To learn that one has aimed its own interest on/American hugs, American mugs/Going once, going twice, going gone/American hugs, American mugs/Just a levelling down/Then you're in the humps/This miscalculation cost me/And it weighs heavy/Torpedoing serenity/"I'm so sorry/For your sorrow/But somehow/You're suddenly my widow", you said/As you're still holding a grudge against myself.
réf.à Suddenly a widow by George Harmon Coxe.
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