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Brand New, Science Fiction ‐ A fantastic concept effort. IMHO, the entire CD contains some of the best lyrics I've heard. From "Logic\Teeth" "...But you're no tailor, you're no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight N |
If you're feeling low, really low, and this can happen to any of us for whatever reason, there aren't too many songs as good as expressing a total sense of desolation as this one.
Inspiral Carpets - This is How it Feels
There's a funeral in the town Some guy from the top estate Seems they found him under a train And yet he had it all on a plate
So this is how it feels to be lonely This is how it feels to be small This is how it feels When your word means nothing at all
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@cd318 - Holy cow - another fan of Inspiral Carpets! 'This Is How It Feels' is one of my favorites of their's (beautiful melody, too), along with the 'Revenge of the Goldfish' album.... |
@larsman, It was actually my sister that used to play them back in the 90s. She was then, and would probably like to think she still is now, an Indie kid. That was the time I’d hear her playing the Stone Roses, House of Love, the Wedding Present etc before she fell in love with Kurt Cobain and then got into Metallica and System of a Down. More recently she’s in with a London crowd that likes to model their dance scene on the 1970s work of the likes of David Mancuso, and all that entails.
Anyway, I’ll check out the ’Revenge of the Goldfish’ album. It’s always nice to have a real world recommendation. Any band that can produce a song as strong as ’This is How it Feels’ is worth checking out. |
@cd318 - I'm 70 years old, and when it comes to music, I'm indie and post-punk kid all the way, with a good dose of reggae and metal - age ain't nuthin' but a number! I remember when those bands you mention were really popular in the early 90's; I've even seen The Wedding Present a few times! |
Well, that's just it, nothing can recreate memories and feelings for me better than music. Perhaps they're forever intertwined together, somewhere outside space/time? I'd certainly like to think so. Everytime I hear Chirpy Cheep Cheep I'm back in the school playground, or if I hear Like a Rolling Stone being blasted out I'm back in college, the moment I walked into the Liberal Studies room in the late '70s and encountered some of the more adventurous students on the course. I even gave my best shot at learning guitar but only got as far as Jingle Bells, note by note. I did hear some folks mention chords, but I had no idea what they were. I'm in my late 50s but 2 recent bereavements within 12 months have now left me feeling older but a lot less scared of the future. My best friend Mike suddenly passed away in hospital at the end of May and right now I feel something in me has also died with him.
Oh well, life must go on for those of us left, whichever way it will, and music can certainly help to recreate a better frame of mind.
Anyway, here's a lyric from one of Mike's favourites:
Hey, baby, yesterday has just departed And tomorrow hasn't started All what really matters is right now
And you should live a lifetime in each minute Take the sweetness home within it Yesterday has gone without a sound
[Cupid's Inspiration - Yesterday has Gone] |
@cd318 - I'm sorry to hear about Mike; I know how horrible losing your best friend is. Interesting that you tried to learn guitar and got as far as 'Jingle Bells' - I tried guitar and bass, but my hands just don't want to deal with fretted instruments, so now I'm teaching myself piano. Just finished 'Kumbaya' and am now on to 'London Bridge'.... 🤣 |
Thanks for that. It's Mike's funeral this Wednesday. No one is truly alone when it comes to bereavement, but it is mostly a solitary experience. I hope you found a way through it.
Anyway I did try piano myself for a while but my musical memory could barely remember where middle C was. I soon gave up after hearing my sister practice. Somehow without any coaching she was soon playing recognisable tunes! She soon gave it up though, as she wanted to play guitar and be in a band. Alas for her she didn't have as much luck there. People forget, but guitar can be tough on the fingers. Here's a lyric that's been coming to mind recently. I kind of underappreciated it previously.
Ride on fine white stallion Take me anywhere Ride on fine white stallion Where you me take I don't care
Ride on fine white stallion I'd go anywhere with you Take me to a new world with new things to find Help me leave the old world behind. (Fine White Stallion - Mike Hazelwood)
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Thunder Road Bruce Springsteen
"Well, I got this guitar, and I learned how to make it talk
Sometimes, no matter how carefully you plan things, you just have to make an instant decision. It could be a life changing decision. |
We understand your paranoia
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When you believe in things that you don't understand, -and- Although your mind's opaque (First by Stevie Wonder, second by the Beatles) Never heard another lyric with the word "opaque" Now that I think of it, they are good advice for audiophiles!
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Alifib by Robert Wyatt
No nit not
Once heard, you'll know why it's called Rock Bottom.
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Just curious; what do those lyrics mean to you?
To me they suggest a mind that's struggling to make sense of its new reality. A mind that has now sunk to its lowest possible level.
A mind escaping by way of hallucinating an affinity with some form of underwater parasite that has devolved it's grip on language and logic. Shades of Kafka's Metamorphosis? Or just alcoholic sickness?
It's all too easy to get into cod psychology given what was was happening in Wyatt's life at that point, but a comfortable listen it certainly is not. |
Steely Dan's "Do It Again" -- get knocked down, get up, do it again -- my theme song.
In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two-timer, and you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one and she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smilin' you'll be on your knees tomorrow, yeah You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gamblin' man
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey, you must put them on the table You go back, Jack, do it again, wheels turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again |
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A little late to the party here, but my favorite sng lyrics are by Queen. The song '39 to be exact. In the year of '39, assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn The sweetest sight ever seen And the night followed day
And the story tellers say That the score brave souls inside For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you Write your letters in the sand For the day I take your hand In the land that our grandchildren knew In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day And they bring good news of a world so newly born Though their hearts so heavily weigh For the Earth is old and grey, little darling, we'll away But my love, this cannot be Oh, so many years have gone though I'm older but a year Your mother's eyes, from your eyes, cry to me Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you? Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand In the land that our grandchildren knew Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you? All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand For my life Still ahead Pity me |
I wear my body like a caravan
Ducks on a Pond - Incredible String Band |
