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Why? – By Torpedo Or Crohn’s (Remix Vs. Original)
Tuesday August 12th 2008, 10:07 pm
Filed under: The Remix vs. The Original

remix versus the original

why by torpedo or chrons

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inFO: James Scott Tamborello, aka Dntel, is an electronic music artist. He’s also known as James Figurine, the co-programmer and vocalist for the electropop outfit named (you guessed it) Figurine. Other projects include Strictly Ballroom, Headset and the ever-so-popular duo with Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie called (drum roll please), The Postal Service. Album Appearances include Bright Eyes – Take It Easy, Love Nothing (2004, Saddle Creek) and Digital Ash in a Digital Urn (2005, Saddle Creek).

Why? – By Torpedo or Chron’s (DNTEL Remix), 2007

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inFO: Why? is one of the founding groups of the anticon. record label out of Oakland, California. The band is a three-piece group with Yoni as the primary song writer, his bro playing the drums and an additional keyboardist at live concerts. In their arrangements, Why? lean more towards folk and indie rock as opposed to the more hip-hop styling of their label mates. Their lyrics tend to be very abstract, focusing more on imagery than on any particular story….and they’re f***ing awesome. Period.

Why? – By Torpedo or Chron’s from Alopecia, 2008

Why? – By Torpedo Or Crohn’s Lyrics
Sleeping late i
hear the sad horns of labor trucks sigh
my neighbor walks by
high heels click dry
like half a proud horse downbrook
i hear somebody’s babbling i mistook
for a cavalry
whispering victory to the sparks in their kindling
but but all their green wood’s wet and unmet
as of yet by the gases of flame
pressing again the pending physics of my passed down last name
living in the tier between two spaces condemned
in one of the many places you’re not i am
hiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town
to write this tune down

just doesn’t stop

today after lunch
i got sick and blew chunks
all over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods
this is a new kind of blues
and what about losing limb or loved one in a duel
dissatisfies you
it seems just as a kid i did not shit my pants much
why start now with this stuff
and man i do not bluff
second caller
gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer
kisses or stitches
no mitt for these pitches
lone pone one master of the cheap pun
if i’m not raw i’m just a bit underdone

but i’d be okay cool as a rail
if they’d just let us have health food in hell

just doesn’t stop

good heavens background radiation and the black arts awaiting
not the same since i switched my hair part and started shaving
got hacksed
my hidden hair gone corners
oh i’ll never be a joiner
life long local foreigner i
raw lung homegrown faking co-ed naked choir
second tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser
i’ll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song
i put the phone to my ear
but all’s i hears a dial tone
will they map my skull and wrap my bones
when my wig is gone?
i’ll go unknown by torpedo or crohns
only those evil live to see their own likeness in stone
…my brother said that

just doesn’t stop

i can decide
while i’m alive i’ll feel alive
and what’s next
i guess i’ll know when i’ve
gotten there

while i’m alive i’ll feel alive
and what’s next
i guess i’ll know when i’ve
gotten there.

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