i have to say all my favorite bands have their albums sound like they were recorded in cave by a spongebob microphone found in the trash. at least he's not singing about banging anne frank or whatever
@@beautifulcarpetdiagram if you crash your car into a body of water you can remove the seat headrest and jam the metal rods into the base of your window and shatter the tempered glass thus allowing you to escape the car before it sinks
I just noticed that small guy's right eye is actually just tall guy's mouth. But then I noticed that both of their arms are connected and man that upset me
two people now have called me home of phobic for the video desc I wrote when I was like 16 without realizing, like,, i'm a CSH and partydog fan for a reason lol...
personally i'm cool with it because 1. you don't seem to actually be home of phobic B) 2. you made some sort of effort to censor it 3. the only homophobic csh fan would be someone who did not realise the hidden subtext in so many of his songs
In my opinion one of the greatest albums of all time. The wit and angst of the lyricism and the beautiful melodies and guitar work that act as a wonderful counterpart to the unique lyrics. Truly a masterpiece in my own humble opinion. Every track is a gem which holds significance in its representation of youth, love and depression
i agree im a teenager and theres so much stuff i relate too on this album it has helped me through alot especially Famous Prophets. and it feels like the more that happens in my life there more i connect with in the lyrics. Best album ever made
its not enough to love the unreal i am inseparable from the impossible i want gravity to stop for me my soul years for a fugitive from the laws of nature
All Lyrics 1/2: 1. My Boy (Twin Fantasy) 0:00 My boy, we don't see each other much My boy, we don't see each other much It'll take some time, but somewhere down the line We won't be alone (x3) 2. Beach Life-In-Death 2:48 Part I Last night I drove to Harper's Ferry and I thought about you There were signs on the road that warned me of stop signs The speed limit kept decreasing by ten As we entered a town about halfway there It was almost raining at the train station We put our hoods on our heads at the train station We threw rocks into the river The river underneath the train tracks And when the train came it was so big and powerful When it came into the little station I wanted to put my arms around it But the conductor looked at me funny So we had to say goodbye and leave The Monopoly board still in the backseat Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town Ran into the decreasing speed limits again What should I do? (Eat breakfast) What should I do? (Eat lunch) What should I do? (Eat dinner) What should I do? (Go to bed) Where can I go? (Go to the store) Where can I go? (Apply for jobs) Where can I go? (Go to a friend's) Where can I go? (Go to bed) I wrote "Beach Death" when I thought you were taken I wrote "Beach Funeral" when I knew you were taken I wrote "Beach Fagz"-well it wasn't about you But it could've been, well no it couldn't have I spent a week in Ocean City (I spent a week in Ocean City) And came back to find you were gone (And came back to find you were gone) I spent a week in Illinois (I spent a week in Illinois) And came back to find you were still gone (And came back to find you were still gone) I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends I never came out to my friends We were all on Skype And I laughed and changed the subject She said, "what's with this dog motif?" I said, "do you have something against doooooooooogs?" (That didn't happen... Oh God) I am almost completely soulless I am incapable of being human I am incapable of being inhuman I am living uncontrollably It should be antidepression As a friend of mine suggested Because it's not the sadness that hurts you It's the brain's reaction against it It's not enough to love the unreal I am inseparable from the impossible I want gravity to stop for me My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature I want a cutscene, I want a cut from your face to my face I want a cut, I want the next related video I don't want to go insane I don't want to have schizophrenia The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed over your grave Part II Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you I woke up and I was trying to kill you It's been a year since we first met I don't know if we're boyfriends yet Do you have any crimes that We can use to pass the time I am Running out of drugs to try and I ... We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten A book of Aubrey Beardsley art corrupted me in youth And now I'm trapped inside my youth And you're in love with late-stage youth Thank god for the little things and, and Fuck god that they're little things I am Running out of prayers to sing and I And pretty soon you'll find some nice young Satanist with braces and one capital "o," significant Other And you can take him home to your mother And say "ma, this is my broTHER" We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans We said we hated humans We wanted to be humans Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten Get more groceries, get eaten By the one you love When they put their lips around you You can feel their smile from the inside Part III Last night I dreamed he was trying to kill you I woke up and I was trying to kill you Your ears perked up, I perked up when your ears perked up You were all looking around and I hoped it was for me I hoped you were using your sonar systems for me The ancients saw it coming You can see that they tried to warn them In the tales that they told their children But they fell out of their heads in the morning They said sex can be frightening But the children were not listening And the children cut out everything Except for the kissing and the singing When they finally found their home At Walt Disney studios And then everyone grew up With their fundamental schemas fucked But there are lots of fish left in the sea There are lots of fish in business suits That talk and walk on human feet And visit doctors, have weak knees Oh please let me join your cult I'll paint my face in your colors You have a real nice face I had an early death The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave (How's your face? How's your body?) The ocean washed open your grave The ocean washed over your grave The ocean washed open your grave (We're too scared to do shit!) 3. Stop Smoking 14:57 Stop smoking, we love you Stop smoking, we love you Stop smoking, we love you Stop smoking, we love you Stop smoking, we love you Stop smoking, we love you And we don't want you to die We don't want you to die We don't want you to die We don't want you to die We don't want you to die We don't want you to die We don't want you to die 4. Sober to Death 16:24 Lovely, lovely In your jeans, frenzy Another movie that I didn't watch with you (Oh, oh, oh) Another movie and I'm gonna have to move (No, no, no) That final terror is in your house somewhere Hiding in boxes, behind closed doorways Out from the forest adjacent to your garage I've seen its marks at the corner of your eyes Nothing works Nothing works for everyone Good stories are bad lives Good stories are bad lives Take your hands off your neck and hold On to the ghost of my body You know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old Don't think it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything I say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other Such a good idea If it turns you on We have breakdowns And sometimes we don't have breakdowns I want to hear you going psycho If you're going psycho I wanna hear Every conversation just ends with you screaming Not even words, just ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhh Ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh Take my hands off your neck and hold Onto the ghost of your body I know that good lives make bad stories You can text me When punching mattresses gets old What if it'll always be this way Not comforted by anything you say We were wrecks before we crashed into each other Don't worry, you and me won't be alone no more (x12) 5. Nervous Young Inhumans 21:27 You should've seen my cursive back then Every letter was above the line My Ps and Qs raised their stems So nothing crossed beneath I'm a little better now You galvanistic young boy You galvanistic young man You galvanistic young inhuman You understand Art gets what it wants and art gets what it deserves Most people are jokes but you're so real Most of the time that I use the word "you" Well you know that I'm mostly singing about you You swore you'd never use The face that your ex invented So let's meet up in Uncanny valley You galvanistic young boy You galvanistic young man You galvanistic young inhuman You understand You'll get what you want and you'll get what you deserve You’ll get what you want and you’ll get what you deserve Earlier in the song I used the term "galvanistic," and galvanism is the concept, uh, the obsolete scientific theory that there is a kind of electricity flowing through our bloodstreams, and that was our life force. I used the term because I came across it in, uh, Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein", and that book is sort of an exploration of the theme of creating a character, of making up a person. So I used the term "galvanistic" to allude to that book as a sort of a symbol of how I, like, created you as a character. I'm pretending that I know a lot more about you than I actually do, and also to refer to the fact that I've fall-fallen in love with the characters you've created in, uh, your body of work This is the part of the song where I start to regret writing it
2/2: 6. Bodys 25:42 That's not what I meant to say at all I mean, I'm sick of meaning, I just wanna hold you But that's not what I wanted to say at all I mean, I'm sick of meaning, I just wanna hold you Is it the Chorus yet? No, it's just the building of the verse So when the chorus does come it'll be more rewarding. I would speak to you in song But you can't sing (as far as I'm aware) Though everyone can sing (as you are well aware) I keep so quiet it's hard to tell I'm alive Everybody is swinging their hips Everybody is giving the waitress tips Everybody's dancing all of the dances Everybody's dancing every dance now Those are you got some nice shoulders I'd like to put my hands around them I'd like to put my hands around them I have enough trouble controlling my own limbs Stealing alcohol from our parents and grandparents There's no devil on one shoulder and angel on the other They're just two normal people (These are the people that I get drunk with These are the people that I fell in love with These are the people that I get drunk with These are the people that I fell in love with) But if you keep giving me your empty hands Man, I am tempted to say Let's piss up another rope, boys This one has grown old and bitter Well, so what? So what? We're young We're thin (most of us) We're alive (most of us) Don't you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second? I am terrified your body could fall apart at any second You got those are some nice shoulders I'd like to put my hands around them I'd like to put my hands around them We can get real horny and keep messing around We can keep real quiet, won't be making no sounds I'll try my best not touch your face Next time can we please meet at my place (We can get real messy and keep messing around We can keep real quiet, won't be making no sounds I'll try my best not to touch your face Next time can we please meet at my) And I know that I don't talk a lot But I know that you don't care a lot As long as we move our bodies around a lot We'll forget that we forgot how to talk When we dance When we When we dance When we Don't you realize our bodies could fall apart at any second? I am terrified your body could fall apart at any second Those are you got some nice shoulders I'd like to put my hands around them I'd like to put my hands around them When we dance When we dance When we dance When we dance (We can get real messy and keep messing around We can keep real quiet, won't be making no sounds I'll try my best not to touch your face Next time can we please meet at my) 7. Cute thing 32:00 I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme light your cigarette Come visit Kansas for a week of debauchery Songs and high fives and weird sex Cute thing Don't be rude, thing Hot thing It was nothing God Give me Dan Bejar's voice And John Entwistle's stage presence I will be your rock, God, when you're rolling the dice I got so fucking romantic I apologize Lemme smoke your weed, no wait Healthy minds make sexy bodies Let us touch so much of ourselves together Cute thing (cute thing) Don't be rude, thing (don't be rude, thing) Hot thing (hot thing) It was nothing (it was nothing) Dog Give me one little chance I can make you a man I will be your rock, Dog (woof woof) When you're rolling your eyes He died in an explosion Of mixed media and poorly written reviews And some stammering drunk who tried to tell him how good his shit was That is some good shit, man! I accidentally spoke your first name aloud Trying to make it fit in the lyrics of "Ana Ng" Worked like a charm We're getting old When will we walk in each other's majestic presence? Listen, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say if I was John Linnell Or trying to be John Linnell I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love I would sleep naked Next to you naked I am love I am love Like some Stanley Kubrick porn director Casting couples Eyes wide shut for a reason 8. High To Death 37:22 I fell over I fell onto the ground I wish I was sober I can't get up off the ground-round-round- When I closed my eyes And I thought I was blind It's the middle of the night And I'll never be alright again And this wallpaper Keeps going round the room Keeps going round the room And I follow it around the room And I follow it around the room And I follow it around the room Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I love you Keep smoking, I still love you But I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die (You and Jane can’t keep me in the paper anymore) And I sat there on the steps Considering death There were only seconds left of the night And I said hell is the sun Burning forever at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A ball on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things A brain on fire at the center of things And the sea isn't green And I love this dream But how exactly can we Escape from behind the wall 9. Famous Prophets (Minds) 43:38 Apologies to future mes and yous But I can't help feeling like we're through The ripping of the tape hurts my ears In my years, I have never seen anyone quit quite like you do Twin bruises on my shins From where I kicked the back of the seat in They meant what I went through for you But now they're fading, now they're gone These teenage hands will never touch yours again But I remember you You had a body You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera Stuck in a body, stuck in a mind Stuck in one body, stuck in one mind For the rest of your life This is the rest of your life Why did God throw you down upon my head Making shock yellow light emit from my nostrils And smoke pour from my ears and my hair stand up on end I was fried alive and now I'm target for next time Leviathan was powerful and inevitable (Leviathan was powerful and inevitable) I fell in love with my fate as it crushed me to death We gotta go back, we gotta go back (x8) We gotta go back- Nacham! Don't get too impressed You might lose your breath Don't predict your death 'Cause I like you the best Don't you fall apart You might lose my heart You know I love your art For three transgressions of Wurtz And for four, I will not revoke the punishment For three transgressions of Will And for four, I will not revoke the punishment For three transgressions of Wurtz (The ocean washed over your grave) And for four, I will not revoke the punishment (x8) For three transgressions of Wurtz (The ocean washed over your grave) And for four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) For sending me an invitation For selling yourself pardons For three transgressions of Will (The ocean washed over your grave) And for four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) For falling in love too hard You'll never set foot in this town again For three transgressions of Wurtz (The ocean washed over your grave) And for four, I will not revoke the punishment (The ocean washed open your grave) Why did you tell me to come in the first place? Why did you tell me to come in the first place? Why did you tell me to come in the first place? (The ocean washed over your grave) Why did you tell me to come in the first place? (The ocean washed open your grave) Why did you tell me, why did you tell me, why did you? Why did? Why did? Why, why did ya? He said, "Go out and stand on the mountain Before the Lord For the Lord is about to pass by." Now there was a great wind So strong that it was splitting mountains And breaking rocks in pieces before the Lord But the Lord was not in the wind And after the wind an earthquake But the Lord was not in the earthquake; And after the earthquake a fire But the Lord was not in the fire; And after the fire, a sound of sheer silence 10. Twin Fantasy (Those Boys) 53:52 I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to The show ain't over They'll keep on going They'll keep on laughing And fucking around Off into the distance Those two brothers Those two lovers And their smooth-cocked adventures I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to (I haven't been outside, I haven't been outside I haven't been outside, I haven't been outside) They just want to be one Walk off into the sun They're not kissing And they're not fucking They're just having fun I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to I haven't looked at the sun for so long I'd forgotten how much it hurt to They were connected At the back of the head They got a conduit Their minds are the same They were connected At the back of the head They got a conduit Their minds are the same (I haven't been outside, I haven't been outside) This is the part of the song where Will gives up. He dissociates himself from his own romance until it becomes just a fantasy. This is not something that could happen to him; this is something that takes place only in his mind. But he blinks now, and shakes himself awake. He has rejoined society. Come, dear children, call no more. He has only lyrics now When I come back you'll still be here When I come back you'll still be here (x6) ...
i had a weird experience yesterday. i put this song on with 2 other friends in the car, and as i was screaming the lyrics while they watched me (because we were having fun, idgaf) i was screaming part 2 of beach life, my friend just started crying, and we pulled into a bird watch and we just stood there, hugging in a weird emotional moment. the bird watch was flooded, and i don't know if i'll ever not think of that moment every time i listen to bL&D Edit: (cw; death) Beach life in death was also playing when I heard that my 2 year old nephew had died this morning. Every time I listen to this album, it gains a new meaning.
I literally listened to this specific video all the time in like 2015... GOD HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED FBHFH THE NOSTALGIA IS OVERWHELMING... THERE USED TO BE LIKE 11 COMMENTS
I saw a comment once that said “Car seat Headrest made my life better by making it worse.” Never thought they were being serious, but damn, it really did make my life better by making it worse.
"I pretended I was drunk when I came out to my friends. I never came out to my friends........we were all on Skype." I'm not even gay and that hits something deep.
I'm always stunned when I listen to the low-fi version of this. Production is great, no mistake, but this is punch-in-the-wherever (face, gut, nuts) visceral. Been listening to them about five years now fwiw.
Someone bought me the shirt and I feel kinda the same way sometimes. But then I think, "fucking no one knows, they just think I have a weird relationship with dogs." Which is not the case in the least. And so I put it on and go out into the world.
It’s weird my brother who I look up to a lot, went to the same college as Will around the same time he formed the band. my brother was the one that got me into a lot of indie music. I had family and my cousins lived around the NorVA D.C. area where he grew up with similar music tastes. Whenever I listen to this album I think of home.
There is a couple that lives in an apartment just above mine and they were fighting for the last 3 hours straight. I heard screams and cries until I heard the guy screaming at her "I'M NOT YOU" I just needed to blast this album then
when i listen to this album i think about me and my would-be girlfriend or my gay best friend who had a crush on the dumbest boy in our school. i love both of them
IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO LOVE THE UNREAL! I AM INSEPARABLE FROM THE IMPOSSIBLE! I WANT GRAVITY TO STOP FOR ME MY SOUL YEARNS FOR A FUGITIVE FROM THE LAWS OF NATURRREE!!
I became a member of the "Twin Fantasy is the ultimate love record" club back in 2017. Musical archeologists will unearth the files and marvel that at least one human had evolved to this level...
this album will never fail to make me feel so much at once and completely numb at the same time. it rocks me to my core every time i hear it. i don't care what anyone says this is one of the greatest rock albums oat. i didn't know that music could make me feel this way until i heard csh. i can hardly put into words my adoration and love for this album and will's genius behind it. god its so fucking good.
I like the newer version better, but it's nice to come back to this version every now and again. Even through the rough production, you could tell that Will had a shit load of talent. The better production the new version has just showcases it even more.
@@nederlandsefrhd some versions of MtM work very well and get close to FtF but overall FtF is better imo, especially BLID, Cute Thing, and Famous Prohpets. I'd acc prefer FP Minds if it weren't for painstar tho
@@zynel413weird to see how opinions differ, i think mtm cute thing is better, but i don’t really like FP minds, even though stars is one of my favorite songs of all time
I can't thank you enough for the existence of this video. A year ago I was in a really bad place and this video came in my recommendations, since then I've been a fan of CSH and their music comfort me when times are tough. Thank you, without this I think I would've lost it long ago, and I DON'T WANT TO GO INSAAAAAAAAAAAAANE
woah it's just occurring to me now that this has the version of beach life-in-death that doesn't have the remastered bass. i remember hearing about how he remixed it on will's old tumblr posts but actually hearing the original is like really bizzare and great.
I listened to this because I wanted to have something in common with a guy I was into. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, much less listen to it multiple times. I was completely wrong, and this is now one of my favorite albums. This album is gut punch after gut punch and I love it immensely.
Track listing(For Mobile): 0:00 01 - My Boy (Twin Fantasy) 2:48 02 - Beach Life In Death 14:57 03 - Stop Smoking 16:24 04 - Sober To Death 21:27 05 - Nervous Young Inhumans 25:42 06 - Bodys 32:00 07 - Cute Thing 37:22 08 - High To Death 43:37 09 - Famous Prophets (Minds) 53:52 10 - Twin Fantasy (Those Boys)
Although I like Face to Face more,but gotta say,there's this certain beauty to this version that I can't really describe in words. But it just feels beautiful.
I feel that’ll be me, I love a good polished and well produced piece of music but still first listen through, I’ve already fallen in love with this version
I do like this and I think that recording your own stuff is a brillant thing to do. It demands a lot of focus and dedication to learn how to write play and record your own music. However I keep listening to a lot of new music as a re-fried piece of mainstream shit all the time. I think I just hate myself in a way for not doing it and taking things too seriously.
Listening through and I have to say: •mtm My Boy > ftf my boy •mtm BLID < ftf BLID •mtm stop smoking= ftf stop smoking (but if I had to choose I'd go with mtm) •mtm sober to death < ftf sober to death (but only by a margin) •mtm nervous young inhumans
•mtm bodys>>>>>>>>>ftf bodys • the vibes between each cute thing is so drastic that it's comparing apples to oranges • MTM sober to death= ftf sober to death •minds
This album always reminds of that one evening where my my friends (who are twins) where staying at my place and we where screaming along to beach life at the top of our lungs. Truly a twin fantasy xD
Despite the recording equipment being crude, remember that Will mixed this album himself too, so it probably sounded much more hollow straight out of the recording session, but he was able to fix it.
@@TheCocoYouKnow i think he did it with a real bass. I read somewhere that he got a bass from his sister (but i'm not really sure if he used it on that album)
i remember when my friend listened to this for the first time 5 years ago. will toledo crawled out of the womb and brutally stabbed him with a knife. this album absolutely ruins you
I've listened to this album a countless number of times at this point, and I am still yet to take in the lyrics entirely. I usually end up listening to it maybe once a month, while working, and maybe its the fact that my subconcious understands what he's singing, maybe it's the amazing atmospheric tones CSH plays throughout the album. But it's usually around this point 15-18 minutes in that I realize the album is playing that I begin to really just start evaluating my life & my feelings. Happy thanksgiving everyone, and cheers to your ego reset.
this album was the main thing that got me through online school last year. i may or may not have failed 2 classes but we don't have to talk about that part
"And the sea isn't green And I love this dream But how exactly can we Escape from behind the wall" Wow, was not expecting a love letter to Syd Barrett/Pink Floyd. That's amazing!
I used to listen to this album with my girlfriend when we first met. Now we're going to make 3 years together and we still listen to this same album everytime we're together.
