Postmodern Blues
Currently, I'm listening to Patricia Barber's album
Verse, which besides its uncommon sounds has some remarkably clever lyrics. Someone, perhaps not you or I, but someone may find themselves today experiencing a sentiment similar to that expressed in "I Could Eat Your Words:"
"I'll drink 'remorse' like a cabernet
champagne with 'indecision'
'guilt' like garlic, needs to sautee with cream, butter and wine."
And/or at the end of the holiday festivities the song "You Gotta Go Home" may echo your sensibilities:
"You've overstayed your welcome
And the thrill is really gone
You just gotta go."
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