Just listened to an old Smog (apparently the are now (smog) ) song, thought about how much I love it when lyricists hit the nail on the head, like so:
"Cold-blooded Old Times"
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
The type of memories
that turn your bones to glass
turn your bones to glass
mother came rushing in
she said we didn't see a thing
we said we didnt see a thing
and father left at eight
nearly splintering the gate
cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
the type of memories
that turn your bones
turn your bones to glass
and though you were
just a little squirrel
you understood every word
and in this way
they gave you clarity
a cold-blooded clarity
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
Cold-blooded old times
though how can I stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?
how can i stand
and laugh with the man
who redefined your body?
those cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
cold-blooded old times
Not that I have such terrible memories or things swirling around in my head, but that doesn't take anything away from the biting nature of the words. Like the other painfully true bit I heard this week, concerning Bush and tribal sovereignty.
I know I have positive ones too...just need to wait to hear them or have them pop in my head.
Posted by zippy at August 13, 2004 4:53 PM