Bethany Cosentino's songs  'Boyfriend' & 'I Want To...'  precede 'Our Deal' which I felt deserved more of a separate showcase as I'd already posted  Bests Coasts's  eponymous  Best Coast (full album) an outstanding work in its own completeness of concept. But couldn't  find  exactly what I wanted on Youtube.com so posted the next best Best Coast thing.

However, it ends up  the two songs preceding prepare the ground so to speak to an extent for 'Our Deal' presenting some of the stereotypical as well as realistic (if that word isn't too much of an absurdist contradiction when applied to The Land of La-La...) desires & realities of young love &/or lovers/"significant others" in the Southland, done to the best West Coast garage-pop beach-music sound.  More echo/reverve? Can you ever really have enough? Though some singers have their own built-in reverve capacity. Ah, the happy accidents of love/lust & biology.

The substance of 'Our Deal' within the context of a relationship. What comes to mind are autobiographical episodes I won't necessarily-- except perhaps unconsciously-- get into here.  The sometimes both brutal & tender male-female thing in Bertolucci's Last Tango in Paris enters in here. The prototype, although Cosentino is referring to much younger what might be purely sexual partners. 

Love unspoken. It would appear such inauthentic bourgeois pap for it to dare speak its own name & make itself plain. That's how to destroy the magic of that part of creation/damnation. Better Purgatory than Hell, for sure, or Heaven.  An issue for further exploration. 

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In "Last Tango" for instance when the Brando character tries to change the nature of the "contract" between himself & Her, She grants him a swift  sudden exit from his dilemma.  Old Dionysus is dispatched with brio. And some kind of degenerated young fiancee version of  the" Ancient Virile One"  takes his place.  The usual myth of which human psychology is made; & that's all physiochemistry too when you get right down to it. Depressing? As Jesus might put it: Yes & no...

BTW--Drew Barrymore directed an extended vid using some kind of bloody passion, pride & L.A. street-gang  stuff as the subject matter. See that if you like (I haven't, except in passing; just a few seconds; wasn't impressed enough with the imagery to go back & give it a "fair hearing"...but that's just me; unfair at times? At least I admit it.) 

UPDATE: Saw the Barrymore video. It was okay. Lesson learned (relearned): You have to give things a chance. 

Our Deal

When you leave me
The bed is empty
And I feel crazy
Cause I didn't say anything

I wish you would tell me
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
Cause that's not our deal

When you leave me
You take away everything
You take all my money
You take all my weed

I wish you would tell me 
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me
Cause that's not our deal

I wish you would tell me 
How you really feel
But you'll never tell me 
Cause that's not our deal

That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal
That's not your deal
That's not my deal

 --song written by Bethany Cosentino