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Autumn Sweater
Yo La Tengo Lyrics


When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide
In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

So I looked for your eyes
And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

You in your autumn sweater
You in your autumn sweater
You in your autumn sweater

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Written by: Georgia Mia Hubley, Ira David Kaplan, James George McNew

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Margarita Figueroa

Lyrics:
When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide
In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

So I looked for your eyes
And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning...

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater
We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

You in your autumn sweater
You in your autumn sweater
You in your autumn sweater



Thom Morgan

When I heard the knock on the door
I couldn't catch my breath
Is it too late to call this off

We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

I tried my best to hide
In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
I wait for you, oh, most patiently

So I looked for your eyes
And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
I'll try hard, I'll try always
But it's a waste of time
It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
Like in the beginning
In the beginning



Belch

"What spark of humanity, of possible creativity, can remain in a being dragged out of bed at six every morning, jolted about in suburban trains, deafened by the racket of of machinery, bleached and steamed by the meaningless sounds and gestures, spun dry by statistical controls, and tossed out at the end of the day into the entrance halls of railway stations, those cathedrals of departure for the weekdays and the nugatory paradise of weekends, where the crowds commune in a brutish weariness? From adolescence to retirement each 24-hour cycle repeats the same shattering bombardment, like bullets hitting a window: mechanical repetition, time-which-is-money, submission to bosses, boredom, exhaustion. From the crushing of youth's energy to the gaping wound of old age, life cracks in every direction under the blows of forced labor. Never before has civilization reached such a degree of contempt for life; never before has a generation, drowned in mortification, felt such a rage to live. The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, dancing, drinking, making love, taking to the streets, and inventing new poetry. Already the front against forced labor is forming; its gestures of refusal are molding the consciousness of the future."

Try not to worry too much, the human world and the ecosystems we exist within aren't stupid things and we're slowly but definitely collectively, mutually constituting the resistance to the existing stupidity, boredom, and poverty of our everyday lives and the human world.

Even the feeling you're talkin about is a definitive step in the direction toward a revolution of everyday life and the reinvigoration of human community. "There is no consciousness of transcendence without consciousness of decomposition." Which is to say that the idea of the human world as a stupid thing is the first sight of the world of self-realization, communication, and participation. Whether you see those 3 things from a secular (like myself) or religious perspective, we're all collectively moving toward a state of things that emphasizes that shit and gets rid of the pettiness and stupidity you're talkin about.

"Be realistic; demand the impossible"

"You must bear a chaos inside you to give birth to a dancing star."

"Live without dead time."

"I have something to say but I don't know what."



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earmud

This reminds me of snowboarding in N.W. Wyoming, the middle of nowhere, w/ this album playing in my earphones. The synchronization of carving to every other beat. Timeless....

Luis Alcazar

11 years later after the comment.... how´s life?

ramon jimenez

I am currently sitting at a bus stop in the rain listening to this........ I am happy

Thumb Printn

@Don Taco whatevah it takes broseph

Don Taco

I am shitting in the rain letting my doodoo trickle in the sewer....I am finally a hipster.

Ahmed

I wish you are still happy and listening to this

Haus oF Vishy

Happy here too .. when WarIsOver .. then we all happy🌻

Giorgio Zeppilli

My man

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Ellen Yarbrough

Why have I not been listening to these guys for the last 20 years? This song is amazing and ahead of its time.

Stefan Marraccini

The bass line is near perfection among other joys of this ramble.

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