I�m uncertain how often I actually consider song structure. Sure, it crops up here and there�some artists are even kind enough to provide thorough details (�the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift�)�but upon first listens it�s about the music, right? Not the way the music is organized. Sometimes, though, one can�t help but bask in a song�s arrangement, especially if that arrangement is as simple and beautiful as Adam Green and Kimya Dawson�s �Goodbye Song.�

The track repeats its sole riff for 2:13. While that number doesn�t hold a candle to Yo La Tengo�s similarly-natured 10-minute-long behemoth �Pass the Hatchet,� the Moldy Peaches� equipment list is significantly shorter: a guitar and two voices. Two voices, might I add, that started the previous track with, believe it or not, laughter, which leads me to question where in the world this song came from. Didn�t they just sing their garage-grit version of �Little Bunny Foo Foo� less than 10 minutes beforehand? Now, and quite suddenly, they�re both prime examples of the word �dispassionate.� The ride�s done; the thrill is gone; the party�s over and they�re stuck with their own lousy company, no transportation or a dime. But even the aforementioned can�t warrant such utter detachment from the world and, more importantly, from one another.

How composed they both sound is haunting. We�re trained to fear threats, a gun to the head or a serial killer, not their absence. I shudder at the duo�s impassiveness. Adam sounds impervious to any further damage except when it comes to the fall of the word �off� which is riddled with regret. Nevertheless, he�s �smelling himself to make sure [he�s] still there.� Kimya says she�s alone everywhere, and yet (& yet), I can hear last night�s cigarettes at the back of her throat, and I wonder whether she�s teary or hungover, the former over the latter, the latter because of the former, or if both are a constant state of existence for the pair and it�s for the best their relationship is ending.

When the only thing two people can agree upon is that they�re on their own, it�s probably time to write a song like the �Goodbye Song.� He�ll have the first word and she the last, and they�ll down a drink, have a smoke, and go back to �Downloading Porn with Davo.�

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