It’s Halloween!
Now a little ditty about this holiday by the best band ever.
(courtesy info.nhpr.org)
My reasons for this declaration are many but my main reason is they have THE best Halloween song ever recorded.
What–you don’t agree with me? Well fuck off then because Frank understood them and said their music ‘is beyond Captain Beefheart.’
If they’re good enough for Mr. Zappa, then they’re good enough for all of humankind.
(thanks to my sister Liza)
Some folks dig the Beatles. Others dig the Dead. Many like me dig Zappa and Mary J.
However, I dig Paul Weller most of all.
Paul Weller
Weller is an incredible song writer and a musician. Yes, he’s a rare bird–he sings and plays things like gee-tars–at the same time! It’s madness!
In this day and age with all of that horrible screeching that people consider singing (I blame “American Idol”), and the use of the shit-blanket auto-tune, it’s a comfort to know that singer/songwriters are somewhere … out there … still making great music. They might not be pretty, but hot damn, they know how to write great lyrics and play real instruments. Granted, he doesn’t have the best voice, but his talent as both a lyricist and musician make up for his sleepy voice.
Weller gets it right every damn time he puts pen to paper and a pick to strings.
Here’s a sampling, but I suggest you check out the album “Wildwood” — you won’t be disappointed.
Plus, he puts on one helluva live show.
The Weaver — lyrics by Paul Weller.
Can you put a smile back on, all these faces
Of all the people from such different places
And if you can succeed, what then will you achieve,
With a different tune to play, you’ve been saving for a rainy day
Will you heal the scar that’s on, the years been wasted
The tears spent of the past, just filling spaces
Or is love forever gone, banished to a smaller part
Hide behind your wall and start, to get to the very heart
An’ if you wanna shoot the moon, make sure that you know why
Careful, fly too soon, better let someone else try
I’m the weaver of your dreams, I get rid of your bogeyman
I’m here to smash the shell you’re under, an’ get you into another thing
I’m the weaver of your dreams, I put paid to the rocket men
I’m here to break the spell you’re under, an’ get you started with another plan
Could you put a kiss back on, the lips so twisted
Waiting for the chance to start, dipping into wishes
Or is love forever gone, banished to a smaller part
Hide behind your wall and start, to get to the very heart
And in the midst of the darkest night
Think of me and hold me tight
So that I might live to see
All the weaving of my dreams
Country — lyrics by Paul Weller
I know a place not far from here
Where lifes sweet perfume fills the air
And if you want I’ll take you there
If you want I’ll take you there
Into the light out of the dark
Where only love can heal your heart
And if you want I’ll make a start
If you want I’ll make a start
This place I say – half hour away
Is that so far to go – so near
And further on we’ll find the time
And lose the discontent we feel – that we feel
I feel the time we’ve yet to reach
Is not yet within our own belief
But I feel sure that time’ll come
If it goes on at all, said – if it goes on at all, whoa – if it goes on at all,
hey – it goes on and on and on and on
I know a place not far from here
Where fresh cut grass will fill your hair
And if you want we’ll lay a while there
If you want we’ll lay a while there
If you want we’ll lay a while there.
Enjoy.
