More stereophonic R&B ear candy from SJ - feels like being transported back to the 60’s.
This is an incredible track recorded in 2009 and included in this 2013 limited ed. collection which the band describes thusly:
This album contains songs selected by the band from tapes released over around four years on Eggy Records, Gnar Tapes ‘n Shit, and Apes Tapes. All 500 sleeves were stamped and painted by the Woolen Men & friends
“Hurricane Irene, a powerful storm that ran north along the US East Coast four days after a magnitude-5.8 earthquake rattled Virginia in 2011, may have triggered some of that earthquake’s aftershocks, scientists reported today at the annual meeting of the Seismological Society of America in Salt Lake City, Utah.”
i heard you tellin’ lies
i heard you say you weren’t … born of our blood
i know we’re the crooked kind
but you’re crooked too, boy and it shows
some get dealt simple hands
some walk the common paths, all nice and worn
but all folks are damaged goods
it ain’t a talk of if, just one of when and how
so collect your scars and wear ‘em well
your blood’s a good an ink as any…
go scratch your name into the clouds and pull ‘em all …
"I had an interviewer ask me yesterday if I was on psychedelic drugs when I did this record. I wasn’t. I haven’t taken drugs in God knows when, a long, long time. And he asked, ‘Well then why does it sound that way?’ It sounds that way because I’m open, I’ve opened up. Being in touch with the creator of the universe is kind of a psychedelic experience in itself. If you can be in tune with the universe around you, when you’re just one sheet away from your subconscious mind, man, it’s quite a psychedelic experience on its own. My belief and my faith plays a huge part in what I do now. But it’s not about being in a church. It belongs outside of a church. It doesn’t have to do with proselytizing, it has zero to do with conversion. It as everything to do with expressing back what I’ve been given." — Damien Jurado
We have found ourselves rich in goods, but ragged in spirit; reaching with magnificent precision for the moon, but falling into raucous discord on earth.
We are caught in war, wanting peace. We are torn by division, wanting unity. We see around us empty lives, wanting fulfillment. We see tasks that need doing, waiting for hands to do them.
To a crisis of the spirit, we need an answer of the spirit.