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Friday, March 05, 2004

Smash Hits Moment





god forbid this blog ever turns into the sort of place where quoting lyrics is seen as anything but gauche.

but fuck it.

there's this band, the Weakerthans - far from musically radical - a bit Lemonheads, Buffalo Tom, Neutral Milk Hotel, Golden Smog: your regular Canadian alt.rock, but excellent with it. anyway, the situationism and polar travel obsessed gay frontman writes the most phenomenal, original lyrics, witty and dark and unlike anything i've heard. i mean, they're ERUDITE for fuck's sake.
and there's this song - A Plea From A Cat Named Virtue - which is from the POV of a cat trying to cheer up his lovesick owner. which is a DREADFUL, sixth form notion for a song.

but it's fucking lovely. and-it-goes-something-about-like-this:

Plea From A Cat Called Virtue

Why don't you ever want to play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
and you don't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
in shadows of the afternoon.

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?
They're not helping anything.
They won't make you strong.

So, we should open up the house.
Invite the tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister, if
she doesn't bring her Basset Hound.

Ask the things you shouldn't miss:
tape-hiss and the Modern Man,
The Cold War and Card Catalogues,
to come and join us if they can,

for girly drinks and parlor games.
We'll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try

to let your losses dangle off
the sharp edge of a century,
and talk about the weather,
or how the weather used to be.

And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill.
Let their tiny feathers fill
disappointment.

Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin.
Scratch the terror and begin
to believe you're strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm going to bite you hard
and taste your tinny blood
if you don't stop the self-defeating lies
you've been repeating since the day you brought me home.

I know you're strong


i promise i won't make a habit of this. i am more than a little drunk and sentimental.



(PS these are some things that i decided i didn't like this week:
Bitches Brew. Vashti Bunyan. Piles. the NME (again). Nectar Cards. )



posted by dubversion at 9:00 pm

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