Esta noite ouve-se

When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for

And this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

Neutral Milk Hotel, «The King of Carrot Flower, pt I», In the Aeroplane Over the Sea.

(Um dia hei-de escrever aqui sobre o colectivo Elephant 6, um grupo de músicos do Colorado que formaram uma mão-cheia de bandas brilhantes no início dos anos 90. Um dia hei-de explicar detalhadamente as razões pelas quais sou um grande fã dos Olivia Tremor Control, dos Apples in Stereo, dos Circulatory System, dos Of Montreal e sobretudo, dos Neutral Milk Hotel. Hei-de justificar as muitas libras que gastei em discos desta gente. Hei-de persuadir os mais cínicos entre vós de que ouvir o álbum In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, do princípio ao fim e sem interrupções, é uma experiência com poucos paralelos num Universo à mercê das volubilidades de Rudolf Clausius e Sadi Carnot. Um dia hei-de fazer todas estas coisas, mas não hoje.)