Uf dah…

11 03 2005

Man. I just found out we’re leaving for Jamaica at 6am from Chicago.
That’ll be a bitch, but at least we’ll be in sunny-happy-land by noon.

My crushes keep piling up. I have a couple at work and now I think I’m
in love with the girl at the coffee shop. Too much. I would act on at
least one of these if I wasn’t so busy with SO MUCH SHIT. Jeez.

Band: Mason Jennings

Sound: At this point, I find it hard to believe not everyone has heard
of Mason yet. I guess that’s because I’ve been into him for nearly
three years now. His career took off around the late 90s when he hit
the Minnesota music scene. He moved there after realizing Cali can be a
tough place to survive. His sound is like a modern folk. He mixes
acoustic and electric with his drummer and bass. Bassist Chris
Morrissey (upright and electric bass) and drummer Brian McLeod lend a
lot to his music and make him stand out. Some songs have a lot of
energy and some are slow and mellow. Most of them have great,
dream-like lyrics about New York, California, Duluth and home. His
voice is probably the signature of the band. It makes him sound like
your friend right away, and sometimes it can be so sad.

Songs: A LOT of songs, especially the ones off the new album, are free to hear at http://www.masonjennings.com.
Darkness Between Fireflies is my favorite; Bullet; California;
California Part II; Ulysses; Black Panther; Duluth; Summer Dress; New
York City

the dead flag blues

the car’s on fire and there’s no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we’re on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: “kiss me, you’re beautiful —
these are truly the last days”

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down —
for sure it’s the valley of death

i open up my wallet and it’s full of blood




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