Strawberry Jam - Digital Booklet

Now its day and I’ve been trying to get that taste off my tongue. I was

dreaming of just you, now our cereal, it is warm. Attractive day in the

rubble of the night from before. I can’t walk in a vacuum, I feel ugly, feel

my pores. It’s the trees of this day that I do battle with for the light.

Then I start to feel tragic, people great me, I’m polite. “What’s the

day?” “What are you doing?” “How’s Your Mood?” “How’s that song?”

Man it passes right by me, it’s behind me, now its gone. I can’t lift you up

cause my mind is tired. It’s family beaches that I desire. A sacred night,

where we’ll watch the fireworks. The frightened babies poo. They’ve got

two flashing eyes and they’re colored why. They make me feel that I’m

only all I see sometimes.

I was eating with a good friend who said “A Genii made me out of the

earth’s skin” but in spite of her she is my birth kin, she’s spits me out in

her surely blood rivers. All the people life lurking in dominions of a hot

Turk dish. If elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after

the world with the shivers.

“What’s the day?” “What are you doing?” “How’s your food?” “How’s that

song?” Man it passes right by me its behind me now its gone. I cant lift

you up cause my mind is tired, its family beaches that I desire. That

sacred night where we watched the fireworks. They frightened the babies

and you know they’ve got two flashing eyes and if they are color blind,

they make me feel, that you’re only what I see sometimes.

A peacebone got found in the dinosaur wing. I’ve been jumping all over but my views are

slowly shrinking. I was a jugular vein in a juggler’s girl. I was supposedly leaking the most

interesting colors. While half of my fingers are dipped in the sand. You progress in

letters but you’re used to cooking broccoli. The other side of take out is mildew on rice

and an obsession with the past is like a dead fly. Only a few things are related to the

“old times”. Then we did believe in magic and we did die. Its not my words that you should

follow its your insides. You’re just an inside. Adjust your insides. You’re just an inside.

Ill bet the monster was happy when they made him a maze. Cause he don’t understand

intentions he just looks at a face. Ill bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath. All

the birds are very curious, all the fish are at the surface. With half of me waiting for

myself to get calm I’m like a pelican at red tide. I’m a corpse I’m not a fisherman and

a blowout does not mean I will have a good night. Cause an obsession with the past is

like a dead fly and just a few things are related to the “old times” when we did believe

in magic and we did die. Its not my words that you should follow its your inside. You’re just

an inside. Adjust your insides. You’re just an inside.

I start in a hose and ill end in a yard. When I feel like I’m stealing I cant keep myself

from hearing God. Only the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground. It

was the clouds that carved the mountains; it was the mountains that made the kids

scream. Oh well she bore all her parts but she never was found. You think “ill carve a

path through New York and be an artist” but are you anything. Then you find out you

can’t ask a baby to cry and an obsession with the past is like a dead fly. Only a few

things are related to the “old times”. When we did believe in magic and we did die. Its not

my words that you should follow its your insides. You’re just an inside. Adjust your insides.

You’re just an inside.

Oh look at me, that sweet boys plea. His mother cried my child tied his laces. Why must

we move on from such happy lawns into nostalgia palms and feed on the traces. Do you

hop to the dance or embarrass the parents? Who should I please? I go to sleep

worrying. That blood in the dark will attract the sharks who are not violent, we’ve all

got hungry bellies. But where are the still unborn who could look at me with the one eye?

Who could look at me with no eyes? Who could look at me with me in their eyes?

What’s Pain? What’s sadness anyway? It’s not crying like a child.

What’s Graying? What’s ageing anyway? It’s not growing in the wild.

I feel like I’ve just been born when you look at me with your green eyes. When you look at

me with your black eyes. When you look at me with your dead eyes. And I can’t understand

when holding her hand. So womanly I have to go kiss her. And what a surprise to look in

those eyes, to find suddenly, he is jack the ripper. So suddenly he was jack the ripper.

It seems she stopped crying like a child.

If I say too bad

I’ll take a lesson in my head

I’ve got to have till I am dead

Now I’ve got these chores

And I’m never going to hurt no one

And when at last

My work is done

I only want the time

To do one thing that I like

I want to get so stoned

And take a walk out in the light drizzle

At the end of the day

When there’s no one watching

It’s not going to happen.

From one moment to a next, reading in the papers to know what’s best. Sometimes you

don’t know yourself, eating loads of vitamins for your health. From one moment to a

next, red negativity in the street. Maybe it’s the earth; maybe it’s the heat. A baby on

the bus smiled at me so easy.

Now I think its alright that we’re together. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think it’s

the best we’ve ever played it. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to sing

together. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to feel inhuman. Now I think

that’s I riot.

From one moment to a next 1000 wasted brooklyners are depressed. The ins and outs of

supper’s chest. He’ll only be your friend if he touched your breasts. From one moment to

a next a shifting in the plates of what you ingest. From sugared tits to honeyed pests

bulimic vegetarian wins weight contest.

Now I thinks its alright that we’re together now I think that’s a riot. Not I think it’s

the best we’ve ever played it. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to feel

inhuman. Now I think that’s a riot. Now I think its alright to sing together. Now I think

that’s a riot.

For Reverend Green.

I caught you when your line got disconnected trouble. Respect the hive, it seems like days

since you ejected. Your mom and I will dance you through your bad weather. Young love is

fine, just please respect the candles as they line.

Now Son!

I know there will be times when you wish things could be so simple. Your mom and I. To pet

your head and dress your lettuce. Don’t work all night and split your hair and sleep on

numbers. Young love is bright. Just please respect the candles in a line.

Now Son!

Mold of the fawn.

I’ve Been Frozen here for Days.

With your lights reflecting in my face

I must be cold on your lawn.

But inside I’m ok,

I can live without your time

Where snowmen never melt

instead they always shine

If you don’t believe in fantasy then don’t believe in fantasy but do you not believe in

fantasy because it gets you down?

If you don’t believe its raining I wont tell you that its raining but do you not believe its

raining just because it gets you down?

If you don’t believe in happiness then don’t believe in happiness but if you don’t believe in

happiness then man you must be down.

If you don’t believe you’re dying I wont’ tell you that you’re dying but do you not believe

you’re dying just because it gets you down?

Our homes are all white

We go dancing on the lake

Sleds will carry us tonight

And snowflakes blow us on our way

Drifts rise to the sky

Rainbow hats fly down them

And tears are frozen diamonds

So we smile while we’re crying

How I lost my boy.The king in I died. He kept floating past my eyes and singing his songs.

Life was good now death’s all wrong. Cause you can’t feel a thing. No heart flutters in

the spring. You just drift and pray for sun kissed golden days.

I can’t hold what’s in my hand. Don’t do any good to say this isn’t what I planned. Little

kids sliding down the steel park slid. Little kids can’t play with things that have died.

Sometimes all I want is one favorite song. Two to three minutes doesn’t seem that long.

Where’s my mom I want to hold her tight. She’s so far away from crowded nights. I’m

going cuckoo cuckoo. We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo.

He said please stay. You can see me, don’t’ go away. I can’t see the landscape. Please

describe its amaranthine haze. It’s odd where I am. There are people you’re not like them.

They just drift and pray for rain quenched golden days.

My tears quench five feet of lawn. I can’t creep I just yawn. People gonna come and

people gonna cry. He just woke and ate and dreamt and died. Don’t’ try and erase what

you have done. Put your fingers in a mouth and kiss it if it wants. Where’s my friend, I

want to hold him tight. He’s so far away from mountain lights. I’m going cuckoo cuckoo.

We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo.

We had a white and blackish sheltie had a name when we first got him

I wish I had taken better care of him but he had it ok

Im sorry when I get unruly when you carry on so much I get a little tired

I hope you get over your teething it’s not easy when you feel sick

He had a sprightly walk you’d like him when he’d keep up along your side

Wrap your peckers what he told us me and mike looked at each other

Like whoa what was that then

Derek never woke up at night

And in the morning he’s ready to go

And he never had a voice like you

To scream with when he wanted something

I should have been so much more willing

To help out with all the things

That a dog like you needed

What do you

See when you

See inside of me

You can count

When you count

Count on me What do you

See when you

See inside of me

Songs by Animal Collective.

Published by Rough Trade Publishing.

Mastered at West West Side by Alan Douches.

Artwork images by Avey Tare.

Layout and design by Rob Carmichael, SEEN.

Thank you: Craig and Chris (from Wavelab), Ethan, Abby, Brad, Chris,

Brian (Babyleg), Rob, Bill, Dustin, and the Triangles.

www.myanimalhome.net

P+C 2007 Domino Recording Co. Ltd.

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