thepatformist:

Vampire Weekend - Hannah Hunt

In a recent interview, Ezra Koenig has said that while he worked on ‘Hannah Hunt’ for about 7 years, he finds that it could not have worked as a track on either of the first two albums. This, if anything, should be some indication of the tone and direction of the New York quartet’s third outing Modern Vampires of the City. The track itself is a mastery of minimalism by Vampire Weekend’s standards. It’s not as ornate with an abundance of influences, but perhaps takes the group’s sound into a place Weekend haven’t necessarily ventured into before. The more restrained bass, percussion, and piano leave room for an instrument that is sometimes too often overlooked: Koenig’s voice. His soft crooning ties all the subtle details of the track together. The lyrics are rich with details and imagery from talk of “crawling vines and weeping willows” to “freezing beaches” that also translate to the beautiful sonic textures that unfold as the track progresses.

The key line that Koenig repeats is one that goes “Though we live on the US dollar / you and me, we got our own sense of time.” It represents the essence of the track, which is ultimately about a relationship that once was. It perfectly captures that feeling you get when you’re with that one person, that significant other. Things feel right in a way that only the two of you understand, and it’s apart from everything and everyone else in the world. But as the song reaches the marvelous piano breakdown and as the vocals intensify, it becomes clear that sometimes things just don’t work out despite your best efforts. In this way, Vampire Weekend have indeed matured and grown up. Not only have they mastered a slower, more minimal arrangement with a wonderful build-up, but they’ve also seen and learned, loved and lost. These lessons come together beautifully and effortlessly in ‘Hannah Hunt,’ being indicative of where they’ve been, where they are, and how they’ve felt along the way.

-thepatformist



vwsongfacts:

Rostam Batmanglij detailed the story behind the song during a Reddit AMA session in 2013:

Ezra sent me a short story called ‘Diplomat’s Son’ when we were in college. The last paragraph read:

I wondered, watching him bleeding on the rugby field beneath my mud-covered boot, if he was looking at me through the proscenium of a Turkish taxicab’s rumbling windshield or, perhaps, the small port window of the rickety boat which had taken him down the Ganges.

Years later, I started working on a song on my own, this was between our first and our second albums, I knew I wanted two distinct parts with two really distinct grooves but both Jamaican in feel.
I started to take the idea of the ‘Diplomat’s Son’ and put it in a different context. I started to look at it as more of a love story than a story about competitive students. I had a vocal melody and lyrics for the chorus: ‘He was a diplomat’s son, It was ‘81’. Then Ezra and I got in the studio and started working on fleshing out the song: writing a verse, and pre-chorus together. More sections after that. Figuring out some vocals for the bridge as well.We added CT on drums, Baio on Bass… and the rest is history.



fuckboy2014:

she asked me, son, when i grow old
will you buy me a house of gold
and when your father turns to stone
will you take care of me? 
i will make you queen of
everything you see
i’ll put you on the map
i’ll cure you of disease



weh-tun:

"I could never love you, in spite of everything."



Chvrches - Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys’ cover)



Arctic Monkeys - Feels Like We Only Go Backwards (Tame Impala cover on Triple J 2014)



Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you’ve got another advantage
Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave



thedistant-lights:

Vampire Weekend - Step (feat. Danny Brown, Heems & Despot)



scott-mccall-me:

Iron & Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Then when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair,
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere



carolinas-dreams:

1hey:

Kiss Me (Cover) | The Fray
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
So kiss Me

I heard the first line and gasped. like for real and now I’m crying