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The Felice Brothers set sail to Australian Shores

That merry band of Hudson River vagabonds, The Felice Brothers have a fourth full length album Celebration, Florida ready to launch and even more excitedly, they are finally making their way to Australia for a handful of shows in Sydney and Melbourne this April. This Lost Shark snapped up a ticket to their show at the legendary Annandale Hotel in Sydney and now I am marking the days on the calendar in anticipation.

More than any band working today (at least in my world), they know how to write a mean ballad. Channeling Guthrie & Dylan through a filter of rambling blues and the raw sensuality of the carnival, The Felice Brothers have penned some of the finest barroom ballads of the past decade. Songs like Ballad of Lou the Welterweight, Rockefeller Drug Law Blues, Katie Dear, Frankie’s Gun & Cooperstown have marked them as unflinchingly honest storytellers. To quote the Filter Good Music Guide,

the places and people they’re singing about aren’t literary devices but actual people doing their damnedest to rage against the growing darkness.

The song that has been drawing me further and further in to its menacing narrative is Boy From Lawrence County from their third album, Yonder is the Clock. When Ian Felice sings,

Be so kind, tell me warden
who’s in line to die this morning
can I see the show?
If he bore his teeth to scare us
would we see our likeness sheriff
in the pearly glow?

it never fails to raise the hair on the back of my neck. You can read the full lyric here and better still, here’s the brothers in all their full-throated glory, live at The Tractor in Seattle.

Roll on April, roll on.

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For the love of lyrics – Jamie Hutchings & Vic Chestnutt

For those with a love of great lyrics, there are some incredibly talented artists coming to Brisbane in the next few months. Two acts particularly have got this Lost Shark in a frenzy.

 

Jamie Hutchings live at QPF 2007

Jamie Hutchings live at QPF 2007

 

First up on Thursday July 11 is Jamie Hutchings and His Imaginary Choir at The Troubadour . Jamie Hutchings is the softly-spoken, thoughtful son of a jazz musician, bitten by the bug of rock ‘n’ roll. His life-long passion is and always has been music, the creation of music, the joy and pain of it all. And like so many great Australian artists he has never truly received the attention he so richly deserves. The songs on His Imaginary Choir are a departure from the angular, more aggressive material he is best known for, fronting indie-noise pioneers Bluebottle Kiss. This time around he is in acoustic mode, creating a record that has a pastoral, summery feel, tinged with 1960′s exotica. Lyrically, Hutchings is ahead of the pack. Take these lyrics from Slow Train to a Comfy Jail (from Come Across) for example:

and only heaven could taste as good as this
but there’s no room for our fractured fists
scrawled my name on the wall with a piece of rusty wire
and felt the night extinguish me with its cool cool fire
I spent seven years without my good wife
til I found her laundering incarcerated bed clothes
found her eyes had to censor a smile
and had to go the gods would know
and I don’t know how cold it gets
do you wanna come home?

Yes, this is a show, as anyone who caught him at Queensland Poetry Festival in 2007 would attest to, is one not to be missed.

Here’s a link to the clip for After the Flood, the lead single from the new album.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2r0F9rUGxs

And for a bit of fun, here is a link to a poetry game on the Bluebottle Kiss site:

http://www.bluebottlekiss.com/poetry.html

 

Vic Chestnutt

 

Then when July rolls around, American folk-rock innovator Vic Chestnutt hits town with Victoria Williams. Since the late 80′s Chestnutt has been perfecting his curiously aching stream of consciousness lullabies. He sums up his uncompromising lyrical style perfectly when he says, Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that’s beautiful. Like Hutchings, Chestnutt is one of those artists who while never breaking into mainstream consciousness has earned the deep respect of his musical peers. He has recorded with artists as diverse as A Silver Mt. Zion, Michael Stipe (REM), Lambchop and Van Dyke Parks and had his songs covered by everyone from Madonna to the Smashing Pumpkins. Simply put, he is an extraordinary talent and this is his first ever Australian tour, so make sure you catch the magic when he plays the Troubadour on Saturday July 11.

Here’s a link to Chestnutt playing live with members of Godspeed! You Black Emperor, A Silver Mt Zion and Fugazi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVCWI0XJ3hc&feature=related

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Beyond Here Lies Nothing

Well, I know it’s nothing new for a poet to be citing Bob Dylan as an influence or talking about his lyrics as poetry, but there are few who could argue (yes, even if you don’t like the man’s music/voice/whatever),  Dylan’s contribution to contemporary literature.

The distance between (insert name of poem here) and for example, ‘Things Have Changed’ may seem great, but if the essence of a significant poem is that the writer remains faithful to their own personal vision or to the vision of the poem they are writing, then Dylan is without question, a significant poet.

His haunted visions of an impersonal, uncertain future; perspectives on human alienation and insights into the human heart; epistemological ruminations; and acceptance of chaos have captured our interest and been the subject of sustained critical study for more than four decades.

 

Together Through Life

 

Nearing 68, he has released studio album #33 – Together Through Life and I for one am glad that Bob has been with me through my life. Here is a clip for one of my favourite tracks from the album  Beyond Here Lies Nothing

This takes the notion of kiss and make up to a whole new level…

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Desert(ed) Island Poems #7 – Darkwing Dubs

SpeedPoets hits The Alibi Room this Sunday, April 5 from 2pm with a three-prong feature attack including sets from Skye Staniford, Pru Gell and Brisbane spoken word/hip-hop artist Darkwing Dubs. Darkwing shared his Desert(ed) Island Poems with me recently, so now I am sharing them with you!

 

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1. Freedom – J5

To me Jurassic Five are what a classic hip-hop crew are all about: great funky samples, lyrical precision, and a cohesion of artistic talent on par with the greatest bands and orchestras in the world. In essence, the title “Freedom” says it all. And it’s been done before. And it will be done again. But if the message is pummeled into the brains of the many, maybe it will actually, finally happen. Freedom comes in so many shapes and sizes. To be free means different things to different people. Whether you’re in a domestic violence situation; or your whole culture is denied it’s basic human rights; or your sexuality is denied, unwelcomed, shunned, freedom is a thing to constantly fight for… Bring it on.

Read the lyrics here: http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/jurassic_5_lyrics_9272/power_in_numbers_lyrics_29867/freedom_lyrics_324459.html

Watch them perform it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNh3atvswbE

 

2. Jack and The Beanstalk – Roald Dahl

Gotta love old mate Roald Dahl. What a creative genius! Hence you’ll find I’ve put two of his works in here. I was raised on Roald Dahl, loved his talent from the first sip of Fizzbang through to a journey with James and a ride on a chocolate river with Willy Wonka. I still pick up his books today with a smile, not just from the inevitable nostalgia, but because I genuinely still really enjoy reading his work. Me and some mates made a short film of this poem in high school, just for shits and giggles. Yet every time I read it I illicit that same mischievous laugh at how a book for kids could be so dark (something I discover more and more in his work, the older I get. I mean, what kind of psycho is Willy Wonka?… No, seriously! The dude’s a sadist!)

Read it here: http://www.funny-poems.biz/roald_dahl/Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-by-Roald-Dahl-revolting-rymes.html

 

3. Papa’z Song – 2Pac

I was a bit skeptical of adding this one in. I mean, a lot of people know 2Pac as “one of those dead gangsta rappers”. But the 2Pac I know is far, far from it. I could go into his obsessive creative nature, being so transfixed by death and the ideas of dying, that he got more done in a single recording session than many artists do in a lifetime (hence the back catalogue of lyrics that pop up in “new” songs from time to time). How his acting ability in movies like Gridlock’d saw him break the conventional “rapper-actor” status quo. How his books of poetry piss on the conventional works in the poetry section at Dymocks.

But that’ll take too much time, plus it’s just my biased opinion, and if you want to talk 2Pac, I’m always just an e-mail or phone call away.

What I will mention is how this song touched my teenage, angst-ridden, only-child-single-mum-wanna-feel-sorry-for-myself heart.

I never had it this bad. There were no drugs. No weekly visits by strange men etc. But here is the crux of 2Pac’s universal appeal: emotion, emotion, emotion. I wanted to feel like someone out there knew how lonely I was. 2Pac let me. I wanted to feel angry at a world that looked at me as an outcast. 2Pac let me. I wanted to hate the dad I never met. 2Pac let me.

And even though I’m not in that place anymore, whenever I hear 2Pac’s voice, he takes me wherever he is. And I let him.

Read the lyrics here: http://www.lyricstime.com/2pac-papa-z-song-lyrics.html

Watch him perform it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFe8NmtFD2s

 

4. Television – Roald Dahl

You can just tell how pissed he is about the idiot-box. Great Stuff.

Read it here: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/television/

 

5. The Prophet – Kahlil Gibran “On Children”

This is the closest thing I’ve got to a bible, so to speak. I’ll look into it from time to time just to centre myself. “On Children” is great because I find myself thinking about parenting a lot (cluck cluck eh?…. shit….). So this verse helps me re-align the place children have, and deserve to have in society. As human beings.

Read it here: http://www.katsandogz.com/onchildren.html

 

6. Waiting For The Great Leap Forward – Billy Bragg

Easily one of my favorites. Billy Bragg is a folk singer from the UK who struts around the globe with his hand made electric guitar, fist raised. “If you’ve got a blacklist I want to be on it”. Tell ‘em Billy. Give ‘em hell.
“So join the struggle while you may, the revolution is just a T-shirt away”…

Read it here: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/billy+bragg/waiting+for+the+great+leap+forward_20349177.html

Watch him perform it on the Rollins Show here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7d6ZwAp28Y

 

7. Coded Language – Saul Williams

I’ve only just recently discovered Saul Williams, and what a delight he is. So fresh and bold. Check out this on youtube if you get a chance.
Reject Mediocrity!

Read it here: http://lyrics.astraweb.com/display/930/saul_williams..amethyst_rock_star..coded_language.html

Watch him perform it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzY2-GRDiPM

 

8. Shadows of Tomorrow – Madvillain (feat. Lord Quas)

I truly can’t get enough of anything Madlib and MF Doom touch. So hearing this music is the very definition of “music to my ears”. Madlib on the beats, Doom on the vocals, yet this track sees a switch up. With Madlib and his alter-ego Quasimoto stepping up to present a wordsmith’s dream of philosophy and downright confusion. I’m still unsure exactly what it all means, and for me, that signifies a great, sincere, mammoth effort (especially in the current hip-hop climate of wack beats with even wack-er MC’s).

Read the lyrics here: http://www.lyricsdir.com/madvillain-shadows-of-tomorrow-lyrics.html

Watch them perform it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhoAP9A_mTM

 

9. The Creation Of Ea – Ursula K. Le Guin

This is the poem that begins her classic Earthsea novels. I’ve read this book so many times throughout my life I’ve lost count. I started reading the Earthsea books when I was about 7. These books symbolise, to me: death and life; hope and despair; love and hate; and youth and maturity. The poem at the start says it all.

She is an author who can say in one sentence what takes J.K. Rowling a whole chapter (not hating on Harry Potter, don’t get me wrong, I really dig a bit of expelliarmis and death eater action myself, but if you compare the two, you’ll agree). Le Guin transfixes me in worlds beyond your standard fantasy and science fiction.

Read it here:

The Creation of Ea – by Ursula K. Le Guin in “A Wizard Of Earthsea”

Only in silence the word,
only in dark the light,
only in dying life :
bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.

 

10. Extract from Macbeth – William Shakespeare

I returned to Shakespeare last semester at uni. It was really great to explore that world again. Shakespeare’s work is something that will be examined and defined and redefined until the human race is extinct. It works on the basic human levels of love and loss, hate and love and pain and death death death death death.

You’ve got to love a morbid ending or nine.

I love Macbeth. The witches, the death, the betrayal. Underbelly needn’t be true or not, it’s still the same story!

I particularly liked this scene, because the way it’s written is top class Shakespeare. You can hear the heavy breathing of a man suffering between each line. The despair and the grief. “Out, out brief candle!”

Read it here:

Extract from “Macbeth”
By William Shakespeare

 

MACBETH 
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool’d
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in’t: I have supp’d full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts
Cannot once start me.

(Re-enter SEYTON)

Wherefore was that cry?

SEYTON 
The queen, my lord, is dead.

MACBETH 
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

 

About Darkwing Dubs:

Darkwing Dubs has been performing hip-hop for over five years. After joining M.A.S. in 2003, he quickly established himself as a charismatic front man and skilled MC and Producer.

While a member of M.A.S., Dubs supported:
The Herd, Hermitude, Cog, Apsci, Morganics, Dogg Pound, Bone Thugs N Harmony, The Coalition Crew, Bias B, Muph n Plutonic, The Serenity and Rainman.

Since leaving M.A.S. at the beginning of 2008, Darkwing Dubs pursued the Poetry Slam scene in QLD. Taking out the Chermside heats, and earning a spot in the QLD final held at the State Library.

He has since performed Poetry and Hip-hop at:
Queensland Poetry Slam 2007 and 2008
‘Outsiderz’ @ Tongue and Groove 2007 and 2008
Queensland Poetry Festival 2008
Woodford ‘Word-food’ Slam 2008
City Cyphaz 2008 and 2009

Collaborating with fellow Hip-hop artist and Poet, Zennabomb, Darkwing Dubs has had rave reviews including:

Darkwing Dubs & Zennabomb take a sci fi twist to the unlit sparks and torch the space between The Cramps swallowing Sage Francis and where every comic book villian with three feet finds a beat and starts to dance. Hip hop sonic word twisters for the bent generation, boyyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.  – Ghostboy

Find Out More:

Last FM: http://www.last.fm/music/darkwing+dubs
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Darkwing-Dubs/8703534945?ref=ts
Keytone: http://www.keytone.com/DarkwingDubs
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/darkwingdubs

 

Be there to catch Darkwing’s set at SpeedPoets this Sunday, April 5 at The Alibi Room (720 Brunswick St. New Farm), from 2pm – 5pm.

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Where do the Words Come From – The Stress of Leisure

For as long as I can remember, I have pawed over album covers/liner notes and put my ears to the speakers to decipher song lyrics. A good lyric is something that never fails to captivate me. So, I thought I would ask Brisbane singer/songwriter The Stress of Leisure where he finds the words.

 

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Influences

Obviously, I’m influenced greatly by other musicians, mainly interesting lyricists. My list of influence is vast; from the Arcade Fire to Warren Zevon. I think that’s where the longevity is in the music game, being able to write a good lyric. Writing a catchy guitar riff or instinctive melody is one thing, for the long term you need to keep marrying it with a suitable lyric, or keep up the interesting lyrical ideas. It’s not often discussed, in fact I’ve read several artists I like dismissing the lyric as being unimportant to them. I don’t buy it however, because I do believe they pay particular attention to how the words sound first and foremost. And sooner or later they’ve usually contradicted their dismissive statement anyhow. So for myself, I’m constantly noting an artist’s skill in marrying great lyrics and at the same time I guess, deciding how I’d adapt it to myself.

Brisbane is a big influence on what I write too, in particular New Farm. It’s a place I know well. If you think filmic you can make any place look great, it’s all about what you capture in the frame. And there’s always that artistic license to change a few details. So everything I come across is as relevant as it would be if it were set in the East Village, New York. Why shouldn’t it be? This may not be revelatory for poets or filmmakers I guess, but I think it’s important to have an establishing shot for people to drift into. I really dig using the words; park, apartment, river, street.

 

The Writing Process

My musical output far outstrips my lyrical output. I wish there wasn’t such an imbalance. But I have a lot of songs sitting around that may have one verse or one chorus in terms of the lyric but are fully formed songs in all other respects. So really, I have this big block of musical spare parts, a lot of incomplete ideas. In rare cases I have fully formed ideas with melodies and they just happen to form as songs. I don’t like to attack things too hard, one out of laziness and two; I don’t want to scare off the idea. But mainly it’s laziness. Usually I don’t like to pursue a song because I feel contented that I have a great idea and that feels good in itself and spurs me on. If a song feels like a winner however, it appears in a kind of phonetic form within the melody and keeps pulling me back. I may then chance on a few key lyrics or phrases and try and form some direction from them. To this end, I’ve found the biggest help for me is deriving titles. Lately, I’ve been getting into the habit of thinking of a title a day and it has really helped me.  So if I have this chord progression and melody I like and then have a look at what titles I’ve generated it just may be all the process needs. In the last week I’ve generated two titles driving to band rehearsal which have subsequently become songs – ‘People in Plastic’ and ‘Death on the Magic Mile’. This doesn’t normally happen, so for the moment I believe in the process. I think people should give me titles as a form of a gift actually. I’d appreciate that.  

 

The importance of voice

Over time I’ve grown to appreciate my voice and what its capabilities are, and I realize that for people hearing me for the first time it’s the make or break factor. I’m really big on defining a character when I do vocals, and that it has a particular consistency. I know it sounds absurd, but I became fascinated a while back with the various characters Peter Cook could take on and how he would vary his tone and pitch to suit each one, and all the time stay in character (apart from some mirth). I was already fully aware of my own rock n roll stylings and phrasings, and the approaches of various singers, but this was something different. So I guess I started listening to my own voice by doing some spoken word stuff (In Derek and Clive mode) on my recording equipment at home, listening to the way I’d phrase different words. It’s completely barmy, but I gained a lot of confidence from this. In songwriting this is really important, listening to how it comes out. I’m pretty down on a few songs I did on my latest album phrasing wise, mainly because I’m so particular. I guess when you record you have the luxury of picking your best performances, but also the torment of wanting to get it right. And again, I guess you can over think these things. Anybody now wanting to listen to my music and pick out the Derek and Clive influence will be sorely disappointed though, I can assure you of that.

Lots of singers just do this instinctively though, the way they inhabit character. I’m not saying anything new. And they actually do it naturally, because you know, you’ve got your naturals and then you’ve got your peoples like myself who have to plant it cognitively. Nick Cave for instance, and I’m not sure what category he fits into, successfully portrays his characters. From reading about his recording process, it’s usually all captured in the first or second take and I’m sure most would testify he gets it right; it’s definitely not over thought.

 

Recurring Themes

An English friend of mine remarked on my first album – “one word that comes to mind is ennui”. Another friend noted “I think you need a girlfriend”. So I guess that’s a good starting point for my recordings thus far. I think however, a lot of my music has presented characters that believe “the grass is always greener”. There’s always something better. We’re surrounded by this stimuli – surely that shampoo you’re using isn’t as good for your hair?, look at this drink it’ll cure your loneliness, try this cereal you’ll be friendlier to your work colleagues, are you sure you don’t want to know what’s happening in the world?, naked people look this good but here’s some chocolate, I think you should shave like this, you’re pretty fat compared to me on this poster……..etc. Obviously, it’s not just advertising, it’s TV, Film and whole gamut of pop culture. I’m affected by it and I notice a lot of others are as well.

I’ve always been caught up in the idea of the weekend too. The time to cram in all your leisure pursuits, whatever’s your bag. So I love taking snapshots of people on the weekend, doing whatever. The days themselves have a different energy, especially in the area where I live. I’m not being judgmental when I say this, but some characters almost seem pious with their newspapers spread out in front of them at the local café. And well, you also have the flight of tropical birds in their dazzling array of lycra whizzing around the streets and cafés. It’s like a migration of the species! So yes, I love capturing the weekend and how it brings its various fruits to different peoples.

And as I stated before, I really dig using the words; park, apartment, river, street.

 

How have my feelings about lyrics changed since I started writing?

Listening to more and more musical artists and taking in more influences, be it a movie or a piece of art continues to broaden my approach and ideas to lyric writing. It has been interesting going to a lot of poetry readings as well in the past three years to note the different approaches to poetry. Somewhere along the line I assume all this information will appear somewhere in my work. I’ve always been conscious of a good lyric though, it’s just I started off really bad and now I feel I’m on the verge of being alright at it. Words have come a bit easier with practice and allowing myself a bit of time. Right now I have the luxury of time and I think it’s starting to reap its benefits in terms of I’m writing the sort of fruity stuff I like. You need time, but what a drag. I wish it all happened quickly for me lyrically and I could just move on to the next song. This is pretty much the way I felt when I first started too.

The Stress of Leisure plays Livespark at the Brisbane Powerhouse on Sunday, March 22 start time around 3pm. It’s a free event and all ages.

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Find out more:

The Official Site: http://www.thestressofleisure.com/

Jennifer Sharp Film Clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xd184CMF4xc

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Poetry and the Song Lyric

My recent post about The Wrestler featuring Springsteen’s lyrics, the interview with Max Ryan – Chains of Flashing Images and my ticket to tomorrow night’s Neil Young Concert at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre have got me thinking about song lyrics as poetry.

I like many others feel that songs are the first exposure we get to the use of poetic language, but take the lyric from many of the songs that you love and slap them on a page sans the music and they are often found wanting. Some even develop a contrivedness and lose the tone with which they are delivered by the author. In short, without the music, most lyrics lose their explosive nature.

That said, there are exceptions to the rule. Bob Dylan is the obvious example. Take the opening lyrics to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands:

With your mercury mouth in the missionary times,
And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes,
And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes,
Oh, who among them do they think could bury you?
With your pockets well protected at last,
And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass,
And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass,
Who among them do they think could carry you?
Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Here, the imagery and power of the words remain true to the authors vision. None of the magic is lost.

Other songwriters who have been called poets include Bruce Springsteen, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young & Tom Petty. All rightlfully so. I would certainly love to lay claim to any of these lines:

Even before my fathers fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When Im walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metal

(Tom Petty, Rebels)

The ragamuffin gunner is returnin’ home like a hungry runaway
He walks through town all alone
He must be from the fort he hears the high school girls say
His countryside’s burnin’ with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide
The hit and run, plead sanctuary, `neath a holy stone they hide
They’re breakin’ beams and crosses with a spastic’s reelin’ perfection
nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin’ immaculate conception
And everybody’s wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood
Sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud
And I said “Hey, gunner man, that’s quicksand, that’s quicksand that ain’t mud
Have you thrown your senses to the war or did you lose them in the flood?”

(Bruce Springsteen, Lost in the Flood)

And then there are the many Australian artists including Archie Roach, Kev Carmody, Nick Cave, Steve Kilbey and David McComb to whom the label poet has been assigned.

The lyrics to Wide Open Road lose none of the fire and yearning with which McComb delivers them:

I lost track of my friends, I lost my kin
I cut them off as limbs
I drove out over the flatlands
hunting down you and him

The sky was big and empty
My chest filled to explode
I yelled my insides out at the sun
At the wide open road

(The Triffids, Wide Open Road)

And Kilbey’s opening lines from Aura continue to damn and probe:

We all came back from the war
I wish somebody would tell me the score

(The Church, Aura)

So just what is it that elevates a lyric to poetry?

For me a lyric establishes itself as a poem when the words on the page create their own music. When they have the intensity and distance that Wordsworth so beautifully described as ‘emotion recollected in tranquility’. When they make my head spin and my body sigh.

So what are some of your favourite lyrics? What makes a lyric really sing?
Love to hear from you…

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When the blood hits the floor – Springsteen & The Wrestler

Last Sunday, I saw The Wrestler. This film hit me just under the rib-cage and harder than I could ever have expected. Heartbreaking doesn’t do it justice. The raw emotion, the battered dreams, the loss are supremely portrayed by the three main players: Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood. The film is visually gritty, spare and blunt, but Rourke astonishes from the moment you glimpse his peroxide locks. His performance is more than that of a ‘has been’, he inhabits the character of former wrestling great Randy ‘The Ram’ Robinson and pushes him to the edge and over it. And when you think you can’t take it any more, the voice of Bruce Springsteen comes at you out of the darkness with one of the most achingly beautiful songs he has written since Nebraska. The lyric captures Randy’s life and is the knockout punch this film deserves. See this film. The hurt is worth it.

The Wrestler
lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

Have you ever seen a one trick pony in the field so happy and free?
If you’ve ever seen a one trick pony then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-legged dog making its way down the street?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged dog then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?
Tell me can you ask for anything more?

Have you ever seen a scarecrow filled with nothing but dust and wheat?
If you’ve ever seen that scarecrow then you’ve seen me
Have you ever seen a one-armed man punching at nothing but the breeze?
If you’ve ever seen a one-armed man then you’ve seen me

Then you’ve seen me, I come and stand at every door
Then you’ve seen me, I always leave with less than I had before
Then you’ve seen me, bet I can make you smile when the blood, it hits the floor
Tell me, friend, can you ask for anything more?

These things that have comforted me, I drive away
This place that is my home I cannot stay
My only faith’s in the broken bones and bruises I display

Have you ever seen a one-legged man trying to dance his way free?
If you’ve ever seen a one-legged man then you’ve seen me 

 

Watch a trailer here: http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=OBptOznQ3MU&feature=related

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