This is a scatterbrained attempt at trying to explain a very scatterbrained song. Marbles, though through careful use of lyrics and simplistic chord progression, comes off as slightly more innovative than every other obvious pop song made about "the ex or THAT GUY." When you think about someone, maybe someone you admire, it has that "right" feeling inside your stomach. E is a nice key to make someone feel like they are swimming in a pool of sunlight. There is a certain tribal quality about the simplicity of the progression, and Kirk took it upon himself to bring the song to it's fullest "tribal potential," if you will. Hearing the occasional presence of the chinese violin (erhu) is a personal favorite feature.
You're slow to react, slow to decide about
guitars capsizing by your wayside.
Humors me until my tears are dried.
The best part is that you didn't even need to try.
Locked out of plans begs ridiculous detours through
Southpaw and dust piles in just closing stores and
pizza tastes awful from people who don't speak our language.
Our solace like wide open spaces it's sea blowing breezes.
If I spill out like a bag of marbles
Would you catch me where I am?
Your hair's like a burning bush of honey on fire and
all that I trust's in your insecure smile.
We both climb trees after we both get B's in our
last class this flying disease is a bottled arrangement.
released July 22, 2012
Julia Egan- lyrics, vocals, guitar, crystallophone
Kirk Pearson- vocals, erhu, electronics, clarinet
Nathaniel Sabat- bass
Mario Spinetti- electronic percussion