New blog, new blog, what will I feed you?
I should probably first explain the name- the phrase comes from the Decemberists‘ song “Sons and Daughters” from The Crane Wife. Like so many Decemberists songs, it does a great job of describing my romantic ideals, in this case, of a dreamy insurrection.
When we arrive,
sons and daughters,
we’ll make our homes on the water,
we’ll build our walls aluminum,
we’ll fill our lives with cinnamon now.These currents pull us ‘cross the border,
steady your boats,
arms to shoulder.
‘Till tides are pulled,
hold our grounds,
making this cold harbor now home.Take up your arms,
sons and daughters.
We will arise from the bunkers.
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We’ll leave our tracks untraceable now.When arrive,
sons and daughters,
we’ll make our lives on the water,
we’ll build our walls aluminum,
we’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon.Here all the bombs fade away.
So good, so good. Who wants to go to the bunkers with me?
