DLZ by TV on the Radio
22 February 2009 (#119)
Year: 2008Length: 3:49
From their album Dear Science.
On my scratchpad in my Google Sidebar, I have a long, long list of artists, albums, and songs that I have been wanting to get my hands on. TV on the Radio was the artist at the front of the list about a month ago, and after buying Dear Science, I was so amazed that I ended up buying their entire discography. They feel like a slightly more indie Red Hot Chili Pepper, and every bit as versatile and unpredictable. In the span of one album, they shift from crackly acoustic emo to RHCP-esque rap/lead-guitar/drum trios to grand, sweeping, multi-layered melodic curiosities to Beck-like riff-driven addictions. I love them because they sound like they are first and foremost great musicians and artists, and like to play around with non-traditional instrumentations and arrangements, while still sounding cohesive in each song. The last part is key. Broken Social Scene is pretty incredible most of the time, but too frequently sacrifices the last for the pursuit of the indie sound. TV on the Radio never crosses that line.
Lyrics
Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones
saved
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving their souls to ghost
Eternalized. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever
Never you mind
Death professor
Your structure's fine
My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Never you mind
Death professor.
Love is life,
My love is better.
Eyes could be the diamonds
Confused with who's next
Never you mind
Death professor.
Your shocks are fine,
My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor
Who's sick, who's next?
Never you mind
Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so am I.
All could be the diamond
Fused with who's next
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever
