I tried to channel my inner Garfunkel for this one. I really did, but I guess I'm just a simple Simon. Oh well, zero out out of one ain't horrible. It's really hard to use the word "turd" in a melancholy sort of song without ruining the mood, but I went there anyway. I do think I may have achieved the most emotionally resonant usage of the word in a popular music format ever though, so there's that.
lyrics
Forgive my introduction but our days are wearing thin. Too jacked up and bedazzled to play this game again. The folly and the fumbles, the commotion in your hair. Gonna look for the golden valley, that wasn't ever there. Hold off until we get to town so I can rest my head, and dream of all the villains that are rising from the dead. I hope to meet my mascot. I hope to meet him soon. Gonna set his big head on the level and wait until he calls for you. The awful fires of Heaven compel you to eat dirt. The powers that be won't rest until you're handing in your shirt. I don't know what to tell you, cuz it ain't really clear. The best odds I can give you are a warning. Oh won't you stay for all the hard times to come. Don't be late because it's fun! Won't you play until the house is falling down, or do you hope that it's already gone? Are you hoping it's just gone? How often do we wonder just what it takes to prove? Give thanks to all the good things and cry when we're abused. The passion and the labor, the howls of discontent. Gonna take a bit more than heavy mettle to plow this field again. You can round up all your captives and bind them to your hate. May ten thousand dirty old bastards come clawing at your gate. Will it end in a violent frenzy, or taper off like a turd? It's the least that I can give you. It's more than what you're worth. The Autumn sky it rumbles and brings forth the millionaire, who purports the extra value of the little that he shares. But it ain't much of a bounty when you're chucking out paper towels. Take two pills and call me in the morning. Oh won't you sing a little halfhearted song? Don't be afraid to be dethroned. Nobody wants you to get back in the zone. We're only praying that you're done. I'll find another rat's nest where I can run and hide. I ride a filthy mattress a six pack at my side. Pardon my disposition. My favorite things are few. Lost my grip on the handle and now they're even fewer.
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No words to describe this. I believe if you like Spirit of the Beehive, you will like this band. Other highlights are Plants, And Again and Pretty Sure. So much good music out there. JerPz
Recorded at home, Six Organs of Admittance's 21st album upholds Ben Chasny's reputation for experimental psych-folk excellence. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 25, 2024
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A fantastic album. I can see why they didn't continue under the name The Evens, as it's a different sound with the bass added. Coriky is the Evens + Joe Lally from Fugazi on bass. If you can imagine The Evens with a slightly more funky, aggressive sound like Fugazi... that's what you get! And there's no way that can ever go wrong. What a great debut album!! smiledozer