Sunday night, cleaning my room. I could listen to this song all night. My favorite thing about Vampire Weekend is that the first time I hear their songs, I never know what the hell they’re about. There’s always a little research to be done — some Googling, some listening to old songs, some interpretation. Come to think of it, I’ve written about this before. You’ll like this song when you hear it, but you’ll understand it a little more once you listen to this one. I spend so much time trying to think of original ideas all the time. Maybe that’s not the point. Mark Twain wrote in a letter, “For substantially all ideas are second-hand, consciously and unconsciously drawn from a million outside sources…” Sounds like a perfect explanation for just a few of this song’s lyrics. Either way, Vampire Weekend gets it right. Over and over again.