Wilco-Ashes of American Flags
The cash machine is blue and green
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets
When nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful
This machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I want a good life
With a nose for things
A fresh wind and bright sky
To enjoy my suffering
A hole without a key
If I break my tongue
Speaking of tomorrow
How will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
Every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute The ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves Filling up shopping bags
It is a tragedy that music this artful needs to struggle to find its way to the world.
I have nothing against big music labels but a fuck up like this make me wonder about the people who run these companies (or people who select the music). Time Warner’s management need to answer their shareholders-
Why the fuck did they hire (and pay) the same band twice?
posted by whitelight @ 5:34 PM
5 Comments:
here i am. just been incredibly lazy about blogging. never heard any wilco actually.
Get hold of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot right now. It is a screaming buy.
Funeral is a class album. It would grow on you. Demands patience.
London is a good place to buy independent music.
A friend just returned from London said Bloc Party was playing all over the place. They are pretty big UK these days.
that is a brilliant album. all's well that ends well perhaps?
yeah.
so ironical that the album TW rejected on commercial grounds turned out to be Wilco's best selling.
whatever the chart toppers but i believe the American music market is still the most mature.
Post a Comment
<< Home