Prospect Hummer - Animal Collective

It’s quiet on my block

Except for the gospel ladies

Just the smell of summer wicked candles

Makes me peek into the whole assembly

They wear wide-brimmed hats and joyful smiles

Claps overcome the street trash

And a meal hits a puddle of water

And the wind of cheerful voices

Your cat is a friendly brother

Who’d offer his heart with allegiance

And if he could talk we’d be best friends

The only friend he has is his food bowl

And he bites away at your book hand

For commendable attention you give him

And you cuddle for a half an hour

Till he dreams about his food bowl

I’ll leave you in my bed

Six or seven later

I’m still very very happy

I’m still writing songs

I can’t play how

But my heaven is all around me

And the Zulu in my body

Have I eaten all the very good dates now

Is our night worth contemplating