(warning: this post is caps heavy.)
so, i have been obsessed–friends, OBSESSED–with we are augustines for the last couple months. i have the steadily developed crushes on one song after another off of their album rise ye sunken ships. anytime somebody asks me, “anybody worth checking out?” i immediately come back with, “OMG, THERE’S THIS BAND CALLED WE ARE AUGUSTINES AND OMG THEY ARE SO GOOD AND OMG, THEIR MUSIC–THEIR MUSIC!!–YOU. MUST. LISTEN!!”
and then i realized, i hadn’t yet said those words to you guys, my dear readers.
so, in case you haven’t heard, OMG, MUSIC FRIENDS, THERE’S THIS BAND CALLED WE ARE AUGUSTINES AND OMG THEY ARE SO GOOD AND OMG, THEIR MUSIC–THEIR MUSIC!–YOU. MUST. LISTEN!!
you think i kid.
okay, today i’ll give you my latest song crush by this great three-piece from brooklyn: book of james. and it’s a doozy, friends. while catchy, it’s really an ode to guitarist and song writer billy mccarthy’s brother who committed suicide after a lengthy struggle with mental illness. oh, doesn’t that just fit right in with my ever-lasting attraction to sad songs? but see, this one doesn’t sound sad, despite gorgeous, heart-wrenching lyrics. it sounds so . . . springsteen-ish. and that only makes me love it more.
on a related note, i JUST NOW DISCOVERED they’re performing in LA TONIGHT!! ARGH!
on a park bench sat a crimson beating heart
and behind him the girls played double dutch in the park
the sun began to burn his snow white skin
i guess you’re either headin’ somewhere or endin’ up somewhere…
storm clouds began to form in his head
and crisscrossed his mind like a restless angry ocean
and the howling of hardship and heartache
kneeled and grinned in his face
he stood there in his boots unable to move
and i came here to tell you that i love you
and here lies, my green eyes
rolled back in my head, but they’re alive
and all these words can all get spoken
just know we tried
and you’re forgiven
he made his way down the boulevard
near the 99 cent stores and garbage in the yards
and he began sing
about the crickets and the backroads where we used to play
i guess your either headin’ somewhere or endin’ up somewhere…
cause i tried the bible, tried the bottle, tried the needle, tried to
love people
and in the end, there ain’t much to say
and in the end, there ain’t much to say, anyway
and i stand here in my shoes, unable to move
my hat in my hands, at the bottom of the ocean.
and here lies, my green eyes
rolled back in my head, but they’re alive
and all the words can all get spoken
just know we tried
and you’re forgiven
you’re forgiven
go HERE to by rise ye sunken ships, the album book of james is off of. be prepared to put it on heavy rotation as you crush on each song.