Dear Miley. I can’t stop listening to #GetItRight (great song, great message, great body), but maybe you need a quick grammar lesson. One particular line causes concern: “I been laying in this bed all night long.” Miley, technically speaking, you’ve been LYING, not LAYING, an irregular verb form that should only be used when there’s an object, i.e. “I been laying my tired booty on this bed all night long.” Whatever. I’m not the best lyricist, but you know what I mean. #Get It Right The Next Time. But don’t worry, even Faulkner messed it up. We all make mistakes, and surely this isn’t your worst misdemeanor. But also, Miley, did you know the tense here is also totally wrong. Surely you’ve heard of Present Perfect Continuous Tense (I HAVE BEEN LYING in this bed all night long [hopefully getting some beauty sleep?]). It’s a weird, equivocal, almost purgatorial tense, not quite present, not quite past, not quite here, not quite there. Somewhere in between. I feel that way all the time. It kind of sucks. But I have a feeling your “present perfect continuous” involves a lot more excitement than mine. Anyway, doesn’t that also sum up your career right now? Present. Perfect. Continuous. And Tense. Intense? Girl, you work it like Mike Tyson. Miley, I love you because you’re the Queen, grammatically and anatomically speaking. And you’re the hottest cake in the pan. Don’t ever grow old. Live brightly before your fire fades into total darkness. XXOO Sufjan
"Sister Winter" Live @ The Bowery Ballroom in NYC by Sufjan Stevens
I had the odd urge to look up the lyrics to this song. The more I listen, the more it comes across as a harrowing experience of love lost but with a building reminder of the joy & community that Christmas brings. What starts with somber recollections ends with jaunty declarations of sincere well wishes for the season.
Oh my friends, I’ve Begun to worry right Where I should be grateful I should be satisfied
Oh my heart, I Would dance & clap in place With my friends I have so Much pleasure to embrace
But my heart is Returned to Sister Winer But my heart is As cold as ice
Oh my thoughts, I Return to summertime When I kissed your ankle I kissed you through the night
All my gifts, I gave everything to you Your strange imagination You threw it all away
All my friends, I’ve Returned to Sister Winter All my friends, I Apologize, apologize
And my friends, I’ve Returned to wish you all the best And my friends, I’ve Returned to wish you a happy Christmas
I just want to reblog everything Suf. If this is what the new album will sound like, I’m intrigued. Even if it’s a huge miss, I love that his artistry is still evolving despite the marked success from his former, folksy efforts.