I'm not really sure how Local Natives have eluded me all this time. Their song, Airplanes, tugs at so many strings its hard to single out one to show you. Under all my glitter and dirt, I'm a simple girl. I'd kick the stilettos and wander barefoot given the green grasses. Braids in my hair and avocado green chairs, please. This song reminds me of linoleum floors and Formica table tops.