Oh! My! Goodness! Los Campesinos! are in Portland tonight!

In honor of their appearance, I present you with a smattering of my favorite lyrics from these kids who really shouldn’t be able to write lyrics this well:

-“You said ‘send me stationary to make me horny’/so I always write you letters in multicolors/decorating envelopes for foreplay”
-“The trails on your skin spoke more to me than the reams and reams of half finished novels you’d leave lying all over the place/and every quotation that’d dribble from your mouth like a final, fatal livejournal entry”
-“The music was okay, but the fresh air was better/and I couldn’t tell if the singer’s keyboard was a crutch or a synthesizer/But it sounded like he’d broken a limb/each and every time he pushed a key down or in”
-“You said you looked less like the Venus de Milo/and more like your mother in a straight-jacket”
-“I’ll be Control-Alt-Deleting your face with no reservations”
-“I’m stitching up each one of your pockets/so when we are together maybe you’ll look a little less bored”
-“Not sure if you mind if I dance with you/but I don’t think right now that you care about anything at all/And oh, if only there were clothes on the floor/I’d feel for certain I was bedroom dancing”

Exclamation points for everyone!!!!!