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Interesting. Never heard the Ridgway, but the conceit reminds me of the "A Rock For The Forgotten," from the one and only David + David album, Boomtown.
We get thumbnail sketches of the setting, the patrons and staff...
At the Firefly, we all tell lies
and the cleanup kid hangs his head
He's a quiet type, came to L.A. to write
but he never made it out of the fringes
Keeps a low profile--kick him, he'll smile:
thinks blood is his payment for losing
And then the bartender gets the chorus
And me, I never change
I try to keep things just the same...
And when I pour, they smile
and say to me that I'm
a rock for the forgotten
David Baerwald's growly, conversational drawl is set to a spooky skeletal, minor-key reggae rumble--until, at the bridge, all the beats drop away and from somewhere guitar feedback moans and a high, desperate voice cries out
Maybe they'll come alive, maybe they'll come alive, come alive again
Freezes my blood every time. Finding the apocalypse in the details of everyday life, as Baerwald does so well.
[ 19-11-2001: Message edited by: Jack Fear ] |
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