The ultimate antifolk album by the movement's founder. "Excellent! Blang! is required listening!"-Allmusic.com. "Triumphant! A wholly enjoyable voyage into a strange and brilliant musical mind!"-Billboard, “Don’t just listen to this album, study it, marvel at it then you can relax and enjoy” -Songwriter’s Monthly,
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SONG NOTES: A girl I was dating started going out with a friend of mine and I wasn't happy about it. Ever happen to you?
I was walking down the street at 2 a.m. and saw them together, sitting on a bench, a block ahead of me. I turned and crossed the street, intending to avoid them and head home, when I thought, "How often do you get to plan what you’re going to say ahead of time?"
I wanted to walk by them, act surprised to see them and then zing them with a killer line. But, what to say? The plan I came up with was this: I'd stop in front of them, stare them down and mutter "Sometimes the songs just write themselves," and walk off. Then, I'd go home and write a song about them using that line, so when I played it in concert they'd feel really low. What fun!
I crossed back to their side of the street, walked blithe-ly up, acted surprised to see them, muttered my great line, and gave my best sarcastic, sullen glare. It was at this point that the girl looked up at me and sweetly inquired "How come you didn't say hello the first time you walked by?"
STUDIO NOTES: An epic production. One of the few times I worked out a specific bass-line. Deni had to redo her part when we realized the reverb on her amp was at odds with the sonic quality of the rest of the mix. We sat around and listened to Richard's scratchy 45 of Dylan's "Hurricane" for inspiration. It worked.
lyrics
Sometimes The Songs
No songs flowing from the sky tonight just glass trinkets and colored paper
Old saws singing girlish phrases, headaches filled with faded faces
And I'd like to look up and see you standing there
I'd love to cup your face in my hands
I wrote this song to help me to understand
You won't be coming round here no more
I tried to make old love's clothing fit upon your willing frame
Funny how each time it happens love's never quite the same
Given time maybe our flower would have found soft space and shown
But it got cut down in its finest hour by scissors distrust had hone
And I'd like to see how it looked
Pressed and patterned in your memory book
I wrote this in the second it took to see
You won't be coming round here no more
A bath of African magnolias, lilacs and imported seeds
Your sly face gleamed through the scented jungle of desire and steam
Already, then, it seemed like a distant, foggy, Parisian dream
As you laughed at my saying, "We have everything we need."
But a planned life was not on my list of things
While yours contained wedding and teething rings
I wonder if singing this will ever bring
You coming round here once more
Now the light in my room’s dimming
As the night wends upon its way
I thought this song would take some trimming
But it seems to have worked out o.k.
And sometimes you just have
To look at life and laugh
Because within the last four paragraphs
I see you won't be coming round here no more
And sometimes the songs
Just seem to write themselves
No more
Strummer meets Alabama Three. Spin it loud getting dressed for Saturday night, play loud passing a joint to the backseat on yr way to the gig, listen again w/ Sunday coffee to relive Saturday's glory. Lach
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I have a kid who was a baby when the pandemic started and a toddler now. When he’s older and asks what the pandemic is like I’m gonna put this album on and pour myself a drink- this covers it all. Feels surreal to imagine ever having the privilege of going to see a Jeffrey Lewis show again but it’s top of my list when this crap is over. savanns
