Emily Stern may be the greatest lyricist since a young Bob Dylan.
tonights the recital for these old creepy oak trees
they're flancing and flaunting in constant rebuttal
The squirrel who listens while waiting on bent knee
isprires the leaves to fall toward the puddle.
I may be a little bit fucked up but aren't these the most inspiring lyrics since Chimes of Freedom?
My stoner sister was over here who was an english major in college, which one of the few things that degree is good for is to help decipher Zoo Za Zoo. I asked her to submit a review but she didn't, but she seemed to think that Emily is referring to a magical forest or something like that, or some sacred land. She only listened to it once and wondered what the fuck I was doing listening to this shit. I told her that the lyrics to CCR's "Lookin' Out My Backdoor" make more sense.