Life's too short to eat a carrot whole

Forty-minute drives to and from Stonehill/Watertown/Providence are absolutely fantastic for music playing. Straight highway, jam out, all that fun stuff. One album that I've been listening to on said drives is Mind Over Matter, Young the Giant's most recent album. It's pretty good, but that's not why I'm blogging about it. I got the idea on one of these drives to write the lyrics to "It's About Time," their first single from the album. I don't know any of the official lyrics - I just listened to it and wrote down what I heard. Here's the video. As you listen, read along to what I think the words are, and then check out what they really are here. Turns out I was horribly wrong, which is awesome. Oh, and regarding the post title...here's why.

All the kids are throwing sticks, politics, nights on the water

Everybody wants to get by

It’s a test of the times, a test of my lights

It’s on, pretty lady

Born to be angry, grip of the vice

Click on the trigger girl, sip right on ice

It’s about time, press the rewind

You better blow

(Pissed off, pissed on, pissed off)

Lights are gone, baby, gone

It’s about time

I’m on a tightrope

Gone, gone, gone

It’s about time, it’s about time

Everybody come on, lights on the beaches

Everybody come on, be light

Close the front door, I don’t wanna go

I’ve got mon a june and chole

Best to let go, you don’t wanna know

You all better blow

(Pissed off, pissed on, pissed off)

Lights are gone, baby, gone

It’s about time

I’m on a tightrope

Done, gone, gone

It’s about time, it’s about

All the years of paradise, paradigms paralyze us

You’re crazy

All the cards you organize

Shuffle tries in front of our eyes

Everybody has needs, wants a cold cut

Lights are gone, baby gone

It’s about time

I’m on a tightrope

Done, gone, gone

It’s about time, it’s about

(Pissed off, pissed on)