The guys from Bad Relgion have a knack with words like no other in the punk genre, IMO.
"Prodigal Son"
Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Do you ever forget - you had a regret - and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When everybody about - is read to bout you - about controversial values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you
Did you ever connect - or come to reject - or even inspect
That dream that hounds you
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When you least expect it he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, don't look at me
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
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The guys from Bad Relgion have a knack with words like no other in the punk genre, IMO.
"Prodigal Son"
Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Do you ever forget - you had a regret - and what you only guessed at
Might still be waiting?
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When everybody about - is read to bout you - about controversial values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you
Did you ever connect - or come to reject - or even inspect
That dream that hounds you
When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home
Well he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call
And father never understood just how the work gets done
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
When you least expect it he's going to run
Like the blood red path of the western sun oh yeah
The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come
Well hell no, don't look at me
Can't you see, I ain't one, no prodigal son
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son
Oops, I said Brett Gurewitz earlier, but meant Greg Graffin, who you are referring to... I should have just said the writer for Bad Religion, Brett produces and sings, but Greg is the reall writer...
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Nothing is more guaranteed to make you feel old than reading about music you have never heard of! My favourite song writer is Carole King.
PROLIFIC.
Like Willie Nelson, most people don't know how many songs she wrote that were made popular by other artists. Same thing with Willie.
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Gord Downie will never get the respect he deserves as a lyricist. Easily one of the best and most interesting in popular (or even unpopular) rock music.
Jeff Tweedy of Wilco definitely has some amazing lyrics.
It all begins and ends with Dylan though. That man just seems like no one could ever touch him when it comes to putting words to music. (Perhaps Cohen would be close - but Dylan's music is better).
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"I was like Christ, lying on my back, with my arms outstretched, crucified"
-- Frank Musil - Early January 1994
just started discovering Modest Mouse, any particular albums you recommend?
Well they only have five albums, so there isn't a whole bunch to recommend haha. My fav's are probably "Good News For People Who Love Bad News" and "We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank." Those are their two most recent albums.
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If you took a burger off the grill and slapped it on your face, I'm pretty sure it would burn you. - kermitology
just started discovering Modest Mouse, any particular albums you recommend?
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Originally Posted by Berger_4_
Well they only have five albums, so there isn't a whole bunch to recommend haha. My fav's are probably "Good News For People Who Love Bad News" and "We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank." Those are their two most recent albums.
No One's First and Your Next is actually their newest album (2009 I think). The Whale Song on that album is awesome:
Yes I think Good News for People who Love Bad News is the best one. The Lonesome Crowded West and The Moon & Antarctica are awesome, too.
Their album This is a Long Drive for Somebody with Nothing to Think About isn't my favourite, but I love the song Dramamine (I think this video might be made by a fan, but I love it anyway...my 4 year old daughter loves it, too lol):
If you run out of Modest Mouse stuff to enjoy, try Ugly Casanova (same lead singer):
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At this point, I think the world agrees on OK Computer as the last major event in album rock. For at least a few months, the world can stop waiting for Radiohead's next album, and start wondering how in the hell Modest Mouse will ever top the monumental, ground-breaking, hypnotic, sublime The Moon & Antarctica.
Somebody just snickered. Modest Mouse generate a divide between the venerating and violent like few other bands. The latter of which currently questions my ascertations. Wipe the slate clean. You officially have not heard Modest Mouse until you have heard their major label debut. The growth, bravery, and confidence are staggering for a trio that most recently hammered through a song about "doin' the cockroach." Producer Brian Deck of Red Red Meat conjures the supernatural. Layers upon layers of treated and raw sounds blend into a thick headtrip. Piano, cello, sleighbells, keyboards, chimes, and more can be excavated from the mix. Singing guitarist Isaac Brock constantly obsesses over the afterlife, and with Deck's help he's found it, far out in space and inside his clouded, scattered brain.
For the first time, Modest Mouse craft an album, not a collection of songs. That they manage to go beyond any other rock band out there is staggering. The sequencing weaves a dramatic ebb and flow of emotion. Every song is packed with fantastic sounds that reach out for space and salvation. The band is now precise and broad. Eric Judy's fluid bass quietly escorts the ear subconsciously through the appropriate moods. Green's drumming is playful and inventive. There is no way Modest Mouse will ever pull this off live. The space, equipment, and personnel needed seems limitless. Yet this scale rockets the album instantly into Vahalla.
An intoxicating mix of uncertainty and confidence, The Moon & Antarctica constructs hallow approximations of heaven, hell, and deep space-- most of which exist vividly in Isaac Brock's questioning mind. OK Computer must be mentioned, for Modest Mouse just got invited to the same club. They can chat existentially in the sauna. But unlike's Radiohead's unease at technology and quickening society, Modest Mouse grapple with the general conjectures of humankind. The title aptly entails the whole of the album. Sometimes the most spooky, alien places are not too far off. Similarly, our immediate surroundings and internal environment feel even more otherworldly. Modest Mouse seek salvation in God, death, and relationships. Fortunately, the rest of us can sometimes find it in records.
