Anna Anna Oh!

So this weekend it was Independent Record Store day and I went to pick up some cds. While focusing intently on my cd selection, the faint strains of some rather excellent music broke through into my consciousness. I asked the people behind the counter about it, and so discovered Sunset Rubdown, side project of Wolf Parade, I believe. Here's a taste of their lyrics:

"the buffalo have given up on the world

and Apollo? Apollo is kissing all the valley girls
we climbed up the cross on the mountain on new year's eve
it was just God,the blizzard, the dreamweaver and me

my god, i miss the way we used to be
so here's a photograph for you to hold
it's my picture right before i got old
it's a picture of a buffalo
that we rode into extinction
that was the crime we committed in the night

Apollo, i heard your sister is equated with the moon
i think your sister is just another Runaround Sue
i say where have you been, where have you been, Erato?
where have you been, where have you been, Erato?

because it's been a long time since we sat around the willow tree fire
where Anna played guitar and the rest of us fell in love
that was back before she changed her name
will we ever find our way into Cassandra's gaze again?

the days before Anna changed her name
well here's a photograph for you to hold (here's a photograph)
it's my picture right before i got old (it's a picture)
it's a picture of a buffalo (it's a picture)
that we rode into extinction
that was the crime you committed in the name (that was the crime)
well here's a photograph for you to hold
it's my picture of before i got old
it's a picture of a prize

you hunter, you hunter, oh you hunter

Anna, Anna, Anna, oh!, why'd you change your name?"

I think I'm in love.

Completely unassosciated, but on my mind today - sleepwalking. Apparently you can give someone a heart attack by waking them up while doing it, because their hearts are beating abnormally fast or something. Ahhh. I sleepwalk occasionally ahaa.

Speaking of sleep -goodnight!