learning love songs

est. 2008


Frightened Rabbit


Sometimes I take this song off my iPod because it is just too damn sad.

This is a feeling I have flirted with, the “I-don’t-want-to-have-you-but-neither-can-anyone-else.” It is simple human envy. It is not a feeling that you want to have, and generally it induces another layer of guilt because you don’t want to be “that person.”

“good arms, versus bad arms, will win hands down
they are built to hold and fit
look how far they go around

you don’t need these now that you’ve found another pair
and the difference astounding, i should expect

leave the rest at arm’s length
keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress
and leave the rest at arm’s length
when they reach out, don’t touch them, don’t touch them

i decided this decision some six months ago
so i’ll stick to my guns, but from now on it’s war
i am armed with the past, and the will, and a brick
i might not want you back, but i want to kill him

and leave the rest at arm’s length
keep your naked flesh under your favorite dress
and leave the rest at arm’s length
when they reach out, don’t touch them, don’t touch them”

-Good Arms vs. Bad Arms
Frightened Rabbit, The Midnight Organ Fight

It’s a brilliantly written song, because you can hear the denial in his voice. You see through the lyrical lies. It’s an honest perspective, because I would think the average person lies to themselves, privately, about their feelings, at least several times a day. “I’m not stressed,” “I need him,” “I’m depressed,”…the list goes on and on. We think these lies to ourselves are harmless, and for the time being, maybe, sure, they are. But in the long run, they are the bricks of a fortress constructed around the heart, one that is difficult for the winged birds of honest love and emotion to exit.

Somehow this song captures this feeling for me. Sure, in this song the singer’s saying he doesn’t need, or want, this love anymore, but you know he does. He wouldn’t be writing the song if he didn’t.


This song made me cry today. Nothing puts a stone in my stomach like dead or dying love. Sometimes I can’t speak about it, but it’s true. Sad, sad songs do it, though.

“Poke at my iris, why can’t I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that I don’t?

We adopt a brand new language, communicate through pursed lips,
You try not to put on any sexy clothes or graces.

I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
And make you feel you’re with someone who deserves to be with you.

But there’s one thing we’ve got going and it’s the only thing worth knowing.
It’s got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon.

Why won’t our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow.

Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding.
If you don’t want to be with me just say and I will go.

Well we can change our partners, this is a progressive dance,
But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor.

Well this has been a reel
I’ve got shin-splints and a stitch
But like a drunken night it’s the best bits that are coloured in

Should look through some old photos I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now they’d need to be told that we had ever clung and tied a navy knot with arms at night
I’d say she was his sister but she doesn’t have his nose.

And now we’re unrelated and rid of all the shit we hated,
But I hate when I feel like this and I never hated you.

Frightened Rabbit, The Midnight Organ Fight


Well, I crippled your heart a hundred times
And still can’t work out why
You see, I’ve got this disease I can’t shake
And I’m just rattling through life

Well, this is how we do things now
Yeah, this is how the modern stay scared
So I cut out all the good stuff
Yeah, I cut off my foot to spite my leg

Well, is that you in front of me?
Coming back for even more of exactly the same
You must be a masochist to love a modern leper
On his last leg

Well, I am ill
But I’m not dead
And I don’t know which of those I prefer
Because that limb which I have lost
Well, it was the only thing holding me up
Holding me up

~The Modern Leper
Frightened Rabbit, The Midnight Organ Fight

Something tells me they will big at SXSW this year, their new album is getting lots of buzz. Kudos to my roommate Patty for playing this CD a lot, I’ve come to really like it.

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