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New Of Montreal Song: Like Flight of the Conchords, But On Acid

"Smoke hood! M'lion! Female erection! You fetishize the archetype!"

Of Montreal's new song, charmingly called "Teenage Unicorn Fisting," is ripe with shrill non sequiturs. With its catchy bass-driven acoustic riff, talking breaks, two-part harmonies, and abrupt leaps into almost-parodic falsetto, it sounds like the sort of song Flight of the Conchords might compose if they went suddenly insane. "I want someone to frisk me / I want this night to distort me / I didn't come here just to see you dancing, I came to see you ride my bike / Oh, that's the you I think I really like / Anyways, I'm crippled inside." It is possible that there is deep meaning beneath these impenetrable metaphors, but it reminds me of the nonsense I used to get when trying to translate my Latin homework using Babel Fish.

Kevin Barnes's glib introduction and unforgivably hip ensemble at the band's live performance of the song for Rolling Stone's Smoking Section seemed to say, "We're artists, trust us." But it sure feels like they're putting us on.

Watch and listen here. Feel free to offer your interpretation in the comments section.

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  • Jim

    I saw your movie tonight
    I thought you were pretty good
    I’m so happy that you’re doing what you want to
    You go to your favorite dark place
    Think about the order de fay
    Unicorns eating baby meat

    There’s a dragon leg if you want one
    Ones the loneliest number
    Smoke hood
    My lion
    Female erection
    You fetishize the archetype

    Don’t treat me like a tourist
    Lets stay high on a negative wave
    And paint it black just like the good times
    Don’t treat me like a tourist
    Lets stay high
    They break our hearts like its our birthdays
    Soak us in animal blood

    Doop a dooop

    I want somebody to frisk me
    I want this night to distort me
    but I didn’t come here just to see you dancing
    I came to see you ride my bike
    That’s the you I think I really like
    Anyways I’m crippled inside

    Don’t treat me like a tourist
    Lets stay high on a negative wave
    And paint it black just like the good times

    Don’t treat me like a tourist
    Lets stay high on a negative wave
    And paint it black just like the good times

    When we were passing jugs
    Doop a doop

    Don’t treat me like a tourist
    Lets stay high
    They break our hearts like its our birthdays
    Soak us in animal blood

    Doop a doop

  • _

    He was very high when he wrote this...

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