Just for fun, Here are some impressions of different bands talking about girls:

Here is my impression of the band The Hold Steady:

Feelin’ kinda spendthrift,
She held her hair back with a chip clip.
Yeah, she could by quite cryptic;
She mixed ketamine with Bisquick.

Here is my impression of the band Death Cab for Cutie:

I was blinded by transcendence -
Her resplendent effervescence -
How may I observe her essence?
Through a pinhole cameraaaaaa

Here is my impression of the band Train:

I’m a Scorpio rising with a thing for Cancers.
She asks me questions in the form of answers.
Baby, she’s a scandal; better call Scott Foley.
She’s so extra, like guacamole!

Here is my impression of the band The Decemberists:

O, but to be threads that lace the stitch of her vest -
To feel each rising breath as it expands in her chest -
O! What a happy thread I’d be, I’d be!

Here is my impression of the band The Mountain Goats:

Getting handsy in the Hyundai, but then Sarah calls my bluff.
As Herod said to Jesus, “Okay, Jesus, that’s enough.”
I drive her home in silence, as regrets begin to pile.
I scream into my pillow and play records for a while.

Okay, now for some ladies….

Here is my impression of Fiona Apple:

As you pontificate on my myriad flaws
I contemplate on the possible cause
Of why you’d deign to have me date you
When I so grate and humiliate you.
You must be so kind,
Or blind to
All my wretched ties that bind you.

Here is my impression of Dar Wiliams:

I’ve been a fickle-celled anemic
And a Wiccan vegetarian,
A borderline bulimic
And a communist agrarian,

But I still aspire to be
The woman the girl I was wanted to see.

Here is my impression of Annie Clark aka St. Vincent

Assemble all your sailors
For the water’s getting rough.
You don’t know
The lengths I go
To be so off-the-cuff.

SEX TYPHOON!
SEX TYPHOON!

Here is my impression of Jenny Lewis:

So we dump the champagne and we drink red wine,
And then Morgan makes a toast; she says “Please be kind.”
And my friends are all here and it’s so legit:
I’m in love, I’m in love, and I feel like shit.

Finally (for now), here is my impression of the band Belle and Sebastian:

I was good at being clever
And at placing hands wherever
Daphne would allow my hands to go.
So Daphne saw the Father,
But the Father said, Don’t bother;
There are things that even Jesus shouldn’t know.