Amid the opacity and obfuscation, the grown-up eccentricity, the adult artsiness, non-rhyming verses, and then, when you least expect it, rhyming ones, a chorus that's not a chorus, and back-up singers who don't belong, there is a sad and stuttering guitar riff - perspicuous and lovely - and a bass line like scotch settling warmly in your chest. There is also a single moment of lyrical clarity, which, while revealing nothing directly about the otherwise obscure words, tidily captures the narrator's ambiguous feelings about childlessness: "I have no kids/to bother me when I'm sleeping/to sing goodnight to."
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Posted by Jordan at May 14, 2008 8:18 PMNow don't let this get to your head, but...
Damn, you're good! What a perfect song review.
Posted by: Kevin at May 15, 2008 10:36 AMthis sounds like jack johnson moonlighting.
Posted by: brandon at May 15, 2008 10:57 AMi bought this album in 8th grade. i think it's like a john lurie/tom waits inside joke...man, i haven't thought of this song in forever and ever. thank you, dudes.
Posted by: Eric C. Deines at May 15, 2008 11:07 AMit is John Lurie.
Trying to market the brilliance of someone that never existed...
Love it, reminiscent of fela kuti
Posted by: Kelly at May 17, 2008 2:32 PM