Thursday, August 21, 2008

car tunes

You know when you listen to an album after not hearing it for some time,
Only then to realize why you had it on repeat for two months...?

It's as good as ever.
The Shepherd's Dog, Iron & Wine.

This band has got something. Something spunky.
They're not you're average joe playing some hokey pokey wannabe indie stuff.
Their musical style is completely original, and the lyrics makes me want to pull on Beam's ironed beard w/ a glass of red wine...to be fresh.
I was driving on River Road today, sun was setting, skyline to my right, and I just realized how much I absolutely love this band.
Saw them at Bonnaroo, but they played a set totally Marley based, and chilled the f out. Bongo drums and all.
Twas groovy, but their electric side is snazzy, intellectual, and makes my car sound system sound awesome.

The album as a whole is wonderful, but these are a few of my (now) all time favs.
"Pagan Angel And A Borrowed Car", "White Tooth Man", "Carousel",
"House By The Sea", "Innocent Bones", "Boy With A Coin", "Peace Beneath The City".

That's a little over half the album, but I mean, that has to be a good thing right?

Fosh one of the best purchases over the last year. Dropped in 07, not quite a year yet.

"Peace Beneath the City" Lyrics

"Here’s a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
Mother of a soldier, a tree in a forest up in flames
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women hear the washboard rhythm in their bosom when they say
'Give me good legs and a Japanese car and show me a road'

Sing a song for the bodies buried by the riverbank
A well-dressed boy and a pig with a bullet in the brain
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the white girls wander the strip mall, singing all day
'Give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car and someone to free'

Say something for the body buried like a keepsake
Mother of million mouths with the very same name
Black valley, peace beneath the city
Where the women tell the weather but never ever tell you what they pray
They pray, 'Give me a yellow brick road and a Japanese car and benevolent change' "

"Innocent Bones" Lyrics

"Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction
Abel got a telephone
And even the last of the blue-eyed babies know
That the burning man is the color of the end of day
And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say

Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window
Abel bought a bag of weed
And the even the last of the brown-eyed babies see
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart
There ain't a penthouse christian that wants the pain or the scab, but they all want the scar
How every mouth sings of what it's without so we all sing of love
And how it ain't one dog who's good at fucking and denying who he's thinking of

Cain heard the captive boy leap off the rooftop
Abel heard his papa pray
And even the last of the black-eyed babies say
That every saint has a chair you can borrow in a church to sit on
That the wind blows cold across the back of a master and the kitchen help
There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall
And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all
How God knows if Christ came back he'd find us in a poker game
After finding out the drinks were all free but they won't let you out the door again"

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