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We're
up from a spell. Que Verde is dusting its hands of some old and
not so old songs, and have finished recording them for an upcoming
record. It's tentatively titled The Most Important Thing
and we're happy about finally being able to share these bits and
pieces with people. The Most Important Thing Table of Contents 1) A Clean and Well-Lighted Place (notes) 2) If I See You Again (lyrics) 3) Superimpose (notes and lyrics) 4) Borrowed Words (notes and lyrics) 5) Summery Wind (notes and lyrics) 6) Your Face 7) Mixtape (lyrics) 8) Play me an Old Song (lyrics) 9) The Most Important Thing (notes and lyrics) 10) Simple (notes and lyrics) |
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Superimpose
Date of composition: March 2001, Chicago Notes: The song's photography terminology I picked up from my old roommate in Chicago, who incidentally took photos for the last ep. You photography types know light meters, the technique of dodging and burning, and using enlarger lenses far better than I do. In fact, I don't really know much about these technical aspects of photography--I just liked the technical vocabulary. On a semi-related note, there's a novel by William Vollman called You Bright and Risen Angels, the sub plot of which has a wildly imaginative and intriguing photography motif-theme-whatever that might interest those with photography interests, (aside from the main plot about a war between humans and insects.) It's not science-fiction, or as strange and off-putting as it sounds. Actually, it's an amazing piece of writing. Anyway, the song's below. Superimpose an image of you on underexposed image of me, Don't have any pictures of you So I gotta rely on a photographic memory. Light meter blinks a negative sign, Aperture a little too closed, But when I start thinking of you Something opens inside and a positive blink flashes into view. *Refrain: I want to know you, I want to know you more, I want to know what you're thinking, I want to feel you close. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but I don't want anyone else. So close and yet so far away, I can't help all this daydreaming. Develop my imaginary film mix the chemicals right, want to make contact with you, in the dark room of your eyes. Place prints under enlarger lens, watch shades of color appear, your face I can barely make out So I dodge and burn until you become clear.* Haven't you heard what they used to say, About stepping in front of the camera's way, Photograph steals your soul, And you're never the same again. So the next time we meet, I'll take a 36 roll, I'll photograph your every move, Cause the heart that I want is the heart that's yours. |