Lyrics Royale, Round 2
No. 2 We Are Going to Marrakesh, The Extra Glenns
The fog is lifting from the water.
The bells are sounding on the boats.
And our love is a monster plain and simple.
Though you weight it down with stones to try to drown it,
It floats.
It floats.
- My Grandma, what flat, bare, and patently un-phat beats you have.
- The better to show you my plaintive, perfect lyrics my dear.
Extra Glenn's singer, John Darnielle, has a voice like a dry slap; it's muted, reedy, and has some trouble hitting all the sharps and flats, but it's also compelling in its unembellished sincerity. It's also perfect for the plain and powerful poetry of the lyrics, which rise above the usual hysterical adolescent bawls of love.
