Oh dear, a foggy, foggy morning, and the blanket obscured much.
And so to The thirty song caper...a song that makes me sad. Hell, I can mine a whole vein musical history to find the appropriate piece of misery, and then I'd have a queue a mile long for the grand title, so instead I just picked a doozy of a tune. Listen, feel melancholy.
"Hang on to me people
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Down among the fishes in an absence of sound
It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time
It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind"
Everytime this song plays over my speakers or headphones, emotionally I'm stopped dead in my tracks. The lyrics above flush me out of my cozy surroundings and drop me in a cold, desolate place, devoid of anything resembling happiness. "It's the presence of distance and it's floating in time. It's lack and it's longing and it's not very kind": only some memory of a soul being shredded could bring those words together.
Who else but Nick Cave can write about pain of that sort with the genius displayed in those lyrics?
Polished, Grinderman isn't, but who wants polish? Rock is supposed to have frayed edges. Their music is raw and is what rock should be.
I'll bet the Iraqis' nipples would be brutally twisted if they knew that Saddam Hussein was still alive and playing drums for Grinderman.
i love nick cave
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