Conor Oberst – A Little Uncanny

My mind is absolutely blown by the understated genius of this guy. It’s like Al Stewart, Cat Stevens and Bob Dylan had a lyrical lovechild. I think I had only ever heard one other song by him, but since hearing this yesterday, I have tapped his YouTube playlist like a Vermont Maple tree, sucking the marrow out of these songs. They’re simple and complex at the same time–not an easy thing to pull off. And listening to this song, you can tell he’s a reader, not only because of the literary references in the song, but because you get that sense from great writers too. The ones who write like a still topped lake with a fast rushing stream feeding into it somewhere off screen. This is how his writing feels. There’s a pulse in the veins with this one and it gets the atrioventricular valves pumping fresh, intelligent blood to the brain.

This song just came out on the adult alternative channel on Music Choice and I think it’s a good one to start with if you’re not familiar with him. It has a rockabilly vibe with that pronounced Dylan-ish harmonica kickstarting the methodical forward motion of the drum and beat-centric soul of the song. The lyrics are great. He’s talking about how things that aren’t considered great in their own time necessarily, still took a great deal of effort to achieve. It’s a way to tell you to keep chugging away at the old dream.

But don’t stop at this song. Keep listening. You just can’t imagine that they can get better, but they do. This is indicative of a true artist with a very deep well to pull from.

(I also dig that there is this backdrop of 90s video footage of Conor growing up. You get a chance to see the genius in the making.)

This is a great song to listen to while you’re trying to put together the pieces of your life in an artistic way.

Lyrics:

We started drinking the Kool-Aid
We were taking the bait
We were talking the big talk
Never playing it safe
Looking good as Jane Fonda
On a Vietnam tank
Can’t get something for nothing
Have to energize your base

But she was young enough
She was blonde enough
She was ’bout a perfect ten
Had millions of admirers but not a single friend
And it’s a, it’s a little uncanny what she managed to do
Become a symbol for a pain she never knew

You know old Ronnie Reagan
He was a shoe salesman’s son
He got himself in the movies
He impressed everyone
He thought trial by fire
Was America’s fate
He made a joke of the poor people
And that made him a saint

But he was tan enough, he was rich enough
He was handsome like John Wayne
And there was no one at the country club
Who didn’t feel the same

But it’s a, it’s a little uncanny
What he managed to do
Got me to read those Russian authors through and through

I miss Christopher Hitchens
I miss Oliver Sacks
I miss poor Robin Williams
I miss Sylvia Plath
Every morning’s a desert
Every night is a flood
They say a party can kill you
Well sometimes I wish it would

But I’ll get strong enough, I’ll be man enough
To keep myself in check
‘Cause all my friends that flew to town
Said that’s what they expect

But it’s a, it’s a little uncanny
What they managed to do
Made me admit to things I knew were never true

Lyrics by Conor Oberst

Video directed by Josh Rawson
Director of Photography-Frankie Turiano
Produced by Alex Knapp and Katrina Bayoneto

Album: Salutations

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Rockhound – Lady of the Lake

I’ve been wanting to showcase friends who are musicians on my blog since I started it last month and heard this song recently and thought it’d make a great first run for this segment. After all, that’s what it’s all about — finding new musicians and sharing their talent and vision with the rest of the world. So, here goes.

Elmer Hartman (like, you don’t get a better name than that, right?) writes music and performs with his band, Rockhound, around his hometown in Salem, Utah. He has a true musician’s heart and loves all genres of music. He has a classically trained ear and plays the violin, viola, piano, drums, lead and bass guitar, you name it. I think I even saw a pretty funny video of him playing a kazoo once. I mean, that’s a totally underrated instrument, in my opinion. And super all-American just like Rockhound’s sound. I’m so lucky that Elmer shares his songs with me from time to time and I wanted to share one with you.

Lady of the Lake is about a guy who fell in love with his bike. More specifically, a 1953 Pan/Shovel Harley, so that’s a pretty reasonable thing to understand falling in love with. But he sacrifices it for his wife’s dream of having a pool. Soon after he sells her, the marriage crumbles and he’s left pining, not for his wife, but for “the best woman” that he ever did have: His bike.

This song has a steady rock sound, including a nice little bridge punctuated by some grooving drum beats that get your head moving and some really sweet Petty-like guitar work around the two minute mark. And I think he nailed the layered vocals on this track. I totally dig it.

This is a great song to listen to when you’re drinking that beer and thinking about selling your motorcycle so that your wife can have a pool. (Don’t do it.)

Lyrics:

I sold my bike so my wife could have a pool
And now I’m feeling bad, I’m feeling like a fool
Cause now I ain’t got a wife, a pool or a bike
I haven’t found another one I like
But I’ll keep on trying
And I’ll keep on crying.

She was the Lady of the Lake, a real heartbreaker
You have to be a big man if you think you can take her
A suicide shift and a rigid frame,
Once you had a ride you’ll never be the same
But the Lady of the Lake
Rode away with my heart.

A shovel head, a pan in the oven,
Little stroker and a lot of good lovin’
When I saw her at the bar,
It was love at first sight
She was sitting outside,
Gleaming in the moonlight

I don’t know what come over me
When I sold my Panhead ’53
But if you see her, bring her back
Give him all the money
I’ll pay you back
Whatever it takes
For the Lady of the Lake.

Some other guy is swimming in my pool
Kissing my wife and making me the fool
As I remember, she was good in bed,
But the best woman that I ever did have
Was the Lady of the Lake
Oh, the Lady of the Lake.

With a shovel head, a pan in the oven,
Little stroker and a lot of good lovin’
When I saw her at the bar,
It was love at first sight
She was sitting outside,
Gleaming in the moonlight.

I don’t know what come over me
When I sold my Panhead ’53
But if you see her, bring her back
Give him all the money
I’ll pay you back
Whatever it takes
For the Lady of the Lake.

Whatever it takes
For the Lady of the Lake.
I said, whatever it takes
Lady of the Lake

Song and Lyrics written by Elmer Hartman.

Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by TJ Billmire at Killpop Studios. Performance Credits: Vocals by Elmer Hartman, Guitar by Elmer Hartman, Bass by Kris Hartman, Drums by TJ Billmire.

 

 

 

 

 

Aldous Harding – Imagining My Man

This is a true original. She makes me imagine what a magic moment it must have been to have discovered Kate Bush back in the day. Or Nico. (Tell me this woman doesn’t sound like Nico and I will eat my shoe.) This pop of realness, of fresh air invades your mind and you discover what your lungs have been missing. Aldous’ lyrics are strong and visual like the features on her face. There is a refreshing dramatic air to both.

Great music from this New Zealander. She is a relative newcomer, debuting with Stop Your Tears in 2015, but has garnered a huge fan base and critical acclaim from all corners of the music industry. She has been on a whirlwind tour of music festivals lately and the bloggers and music fanatics are blazing up the webs, singing her praises. Even Lorde is a huge fan as evidenced by her Twitter shout out yesterday.

This is a great song to listen to when you’ve run out of answers. It makes you feel like you’re not so alone in that.

Lyrics:

(Lyrics are new and not necessarily right on this site. I will update when Google gets theirs up.)

[Verse 1]

I’m going to answer, protecting
It can be so hard to forgive
It’s not what I thought and it’s not what I pictured
When I was imagining my man
You are so nervous all of the time giving the classics
I know that imagining my man
Imagining, imagining my man

[Chorus]
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
You were right, love takes time, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
You have this dream, apparently I’m not done
I leave and it’s dreadful
If you get there
Be honest, respectful

[Chorus]
All my life (hey!) I never tried to stay
You were right, love takes time, hey, hey

[Bridge]
I hope one dream will get that where
Lucky to be given the chance
I do not have the answer
But I don’t have the wish to go back

[Chorus]
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
You were right (yes!), love takes time, hey, hey
All my life (hey!) I’ve had to fight to stay
You were right, love takes time, hey, hey

Written by: Aldous Harding, 2017

Bridget Kearney – Wash Up

This song has been spinning around on Music Choice (cable TV’s only redeeming factor anymore) for a couple weeks now and every time I hear it, my ears perk up. It stands out. The vocals are soft and steady and have a strumming quality to them, which contrasts the heavier lyrics, really. And although it sounds like a kind of upbeat song, her vocals have a sorrow to them. It’s about her not being able to save her lover or the relationship and in the video, we see her just running over the course of a whole day. She’s trying to get it out of her system that this guy ruined her self esteem on some level and she’s just trying to wash him out of her mind and “what you left inside of me.” She starts in the city and by nightfall, ends up at the ocean and we see what a journey the relationship has been for her. We all have to learn what it is that we are supposed to learn about ourselves through others. Maybe that’s the only way we can unlock parts of ourselves, through that key that only a stranger holds. That’s why it’s always worth it. No matter what.

Lyrics:

Honey, you look so washed-up
Still with those wandering hands
You must be hitting hard stuff
And you got me wondering why
I ever thought we would be happy
Oh my god, I loved you madly
The reflection reflects badly
Upon me
What I should have seen

Honey, you look so disheveled
You really let yourself go
You used to seem like a rebel
And now it’s more like joke
And you might think you make me happy
After things ended so badly
But I just can’t believe you had me
To the bone
When I should have known

So wash up
And wash over me
And wash out
What you made me be
Wash up
Wash out to sea
Wash up
What you left inside of me

Honey, you look so washed up
It’s really breaking my heart
Thought I could pull you together
But you pulled me apart
I thought I could pull you together
But you pulled me apart

So wash up
And wash over me
And wash up
What you made me be
Wash up
Wash out to sea
Wash up
What you left inside of me

Wash out to sea
Wash out to sea
Wash out to sea
Wash out to sea

First Aid Kit’s Silver Lining

I know this was published in 2014, but this is the first I’m hearing it. These girls from Stockholm have a magical kismet together and I first fell in love with them hearing their song Emmylou. I mean, what kind of self-respecting music lover wouldn’t love a song entitled Emmylou with mentions of Johnny Cash, June Carter and Gram Parsons?

This song has no cryptic language, the lyrics are straightforward and, dare I say, inpiring(?). It’s all about determination in life and they capture this well with this tune with the repeated mantra throughout, “I try to keep on keeping on.” The alto and soprano mix of the girls’ voices keeps great pace with the driving music beneath it, giving us a sense of movement. And forward movement is what the song is all about.

This song is great to listen to while driving to work. Especially to a job you hate.

Lyrics:

I don’t want to wait anymore I’m tired of looking for answers
Take me some place where there’s music and there’s laughter
I don’t know if I’m scared of dying but I’m scared of living too fast, too slow
Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I’ve got to go
There’s no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on
And you’ve just gotta keep on keeping on
Gotta keep on going, looking straight out on the road
Can’t worry ’bout what’s behind you or what’s coming for you further up the road
I try not to hold on to what is gone, I try to do right what is wrong
I try to keep on keeping on
Yeah I just keep on keeping on

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won’t take the easy road

I’ve woken up in a hotel room, my worries as big as the moon
Having no idea who or what or where I am
Something good comes with the bad
A song’s never just sad
There’s hope, there’s a silver lining
Show me my silver lining
Show me my silver lining

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won’t take the easy road

I won’t take the easy road
The easy road, the easy road

I won’t take the easy road
The easy road, the easy road

Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on

Written by Johanna Kajsa Soederberg, Klara Maria Soederberg • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

Kings of Leon – The Final Chapter, Reverend

Okay, I’ve been totally addicted to this song for a week now. I heard it probably a month ago and it has really grown on me. Caleb and the boys bring themselves back to a more melodic tune with a serious bass drive that underscores the sobering video images, which, might I just add, thank God somebody’s doing good videos again. If you listen to the lyrics without the video, though, they’re just as strong visually, so you get a good sense of what they’re trying to say here: That the relationship is at an impasse.

This song is great to listen to while walking your dog. 

Lyrics

On the limb cut down in the middle of the night caught in a trap
Cursed by the crown of the wandering man who was never coming back
Stuck on the line spinning all of his time with his back to the throne
With the flash of the round everybody in town said leave me alone

Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
Your heart will never say so
Your heart will never let you go
Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
My heart will never say so
My heart will never let you go

I got caught in the middle of a hurricane fight facing the ground
Beast to the wild with the porcelain smile as it passes around
The truth in the skies from the billowing eyes isn’t working on me
Don’t you think you gotta give me
Give me something I want
Give me something I need

Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
Your heart will never say so
Your heart will never let you go
Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
My heart will never say so
My heart will never let you go

Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
Your heart will never say so
Your heart will never let you go
Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
My heart will never say so
My heart will never let you go

Just like a reverend, like a reverend on the radio
My heart will never say so
My heart will never let you go

Written by Matthew Followill, Ivan Nathan Followill, Caleb Followill, Jared Followill • Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC