Why? ‎– The Hollows

My copy is also ruined by the sleeve, AND was purchased for the BOC mix only, AND is disappointing also! Weird.

I had hoped that they would vet their collaborations to be only with artists who shared their affinity for an immersive and cinematic musical experience, but alas - the indie rap definitely juxtaposes BOC's usual sensibilities. I suspect it is projects like this and not live shows that funds their art, ultimately, and I consider this track a significant piece of evidence that they're men and not gods, which I consider half disappointing and half a relief. This gunk probably won't wash off and if it did, it wouldn't do so enough to fix juxtaposition issues. :(

My copy is incredibly noisy, probably because it has spent 8 years in PVC sleeve. Anyone has the same issue?

A Persian philosopher named Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi once wrote, "Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there."

So, if you came to this track - as I did - for the Boards Of Canada remix... And find yourself disappointed with their effort - for whatever your reason - then perhaps you should ask yourself this...

"Have I - in my 'infinite' wisdom - projected something onto an artist... An artist, who's freedom of expression has, at some point in time, yielded some of the most mind blowing electronica tracks that I've ever heard... And, having listened to most of their works, then recognised a discernible pattern to how they make their music... And, thus, now find myself in a position to 'perfectly' understand and state exactly what it is that they should be doing (and shouldn't be doing) with their music for 'me', 'myself' and 'I' to like them... Then perhaps... In projecting my own opinion about what these artists should and shouldn't be doing, maybe I have gone and put them into a small little box of my own making, expecting them to stay there like two good little well trained poodles ought... ?"

Well... Perhaps then... Yes... Perhaps then... If you can honestly ask yourself that... Then you may really see 'something' that lies beyond the horizon of everyday subjective perspective... 'Something' that is beyond the notions of "right and wrong"... That leaves opinionated trains of thought to one side and accepts whatever 'is' without prejudice AND opinion as to what it should be... And, in doing your best to listen with this open mind, maybe then, rather than complaining when someone does something that you weren't expecting... OR does something that you simply don't like... Which seems to only leave you disappointed - or even hurt - because it doesn't match (at least only from your own single minded perspective) what you thought it was going to be like... You'll at last hear 'something' that lies beyond your own desire... And see 'something' that freely expresses what it is that someone else wanted to express when they decided to create it... !

As they say... "If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am..." And that's "Why?" + "BOC" goes... 5/5!

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If you grew up with white boys
Who only look at black and puerto rican porno
'Cause they want something that their dad don't got
Then you know where you're at

Mortaring your earholes shut in a rush with wet coke
In a starbucks bathroom with the door closed
On booze, I'm left in residue and confused
Like the first time you used soft water
Down on my luck, caught unaware
Like Houdini when the last fist struck

Sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...

Sucking dick for drink tickets
At the free bar at my cousin's Bat Mitzvah
Cutting the punch line and it ain't no joke
Devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke
Picking fights on dyke night
With shirlies and lokes and snatching purses

Doing out on karaoke and forgetting all the verses
Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches
Playing lead lay in a bad way on broadway
Sending sexy SMSes to my exes new man cause I can
On the road trying to break an old van
Eating pussy for new fangs, I am what the hell
Using Purell till my hands bleed and swell
Missing mail at a motel 6, I'm unwell

If I'm... Sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...

It feels exciting touching your handwriting
Getting horny by reading it and repeating poor me
Intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker
At the R. Crumb exhibit, I wonder who's sicker

Jerking off in an art museum john till my dick hurts
The kind of shit I won't admit to my head shrinker
Not even in a whisper to my own little sister
I just act like a dick and talk shit when I'm with her

Aught six I'll say the Friday before easter
Was not what I cried to myself in the pisser
And with you in the front row at the silver Jews show
And you act like you didn't notice, my fear of the bear
At showbiz pizza when I saw six was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this

If I'm... Sinking in laughting at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...
If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in, I am...

At Jacob Han's on tour I wake up
Hung over on a hardwood floor
From a dream about how your dress
Hangs off of your little breasts
I'd rather be dead than call this song
How I lost your respect but god bless or get neglected

And I'll see you when the sun sets East, don't forget me

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