so i take it out
every chance i get
left to be so mean
still it's sane and so sympathetic
want to feel bad
but you can't say no
it's no cause at all
it comes down to you and
who bleeds who?
just past the day
pleasant leaves you
comes to you the same way
passed on
every day's the last day
no one sees you
walk the part to stay
not you
judge yourself again
age is no excuse
had to find a way to
close my eyes, call it back and shoot.
such, such were the joys when we all, girls and boys in our youth time were seen on the echoing green. -- William Blake
Monday, December 15, 2008
Green Tunes: Episode 7
Every once in a while, a song pops up on the old iPod that I haven't heard in years. In this case, it was Helmet's He Feels Bad. This whole album was one of my favorites when it was released. The greatest thing about it to me is its length. Clocking in at just over thirty minutes are ten songs just spitting metal as hard as they can. No quiet songs, no repose, no weakness, just a half an hour of pure energy. This is an album cut off a CD released sixteen years ago by a band that seemingly came and went, even though they still released some truly great work after that, too.
1 comment:
I love it when a band puts out just a good album, even if it's not "long enough." One of my favorite bands is The Choir and most of their cds are 30-40 minutes. And every.single.song. is good. I'd much rather that than an extra 15 minutes of "filler."
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