Chris’ iPod

So those who know me well know that I love music. Those who know me even better know that I can be a musical imperialist. In short, I try to get other people to like my music. Anyone who has ever roadtripped with me can attest to this aspect of my personality. I have been known to inquire several times if my captive is ‘enjoying’ my music. I am not into reciprocity either when it comes to listening to other peoples’ music, I will do it but it is not my favourite thing.

So, I thought – I have a blog and what better place to pontificate about the music I like and why. Chris’ iPod will be  a semi-regular feature of my blog. I will write about what is currently inspiring me musically. It may be new music, it may be old but it will all mean something to me.

Currently, I am discovering tracks on REM‘s new cd Accelerate. Overall, this is not my favourite REM cd. I think REM is at their best when they are doing quieter songs that showcase Michael Stipe’s voice and the outstanding lyrics REM produces. I find Accelerate is too hard-hitting for me. Hollow Man and Until the Day is Done are the standouts on this recording.

Hands down my favourite disc is Automatic for the People. Political songs like Ignoreland got me through the Regan and first Bush years. I love that song. There are so many great lines. I also adored Find the River and Nightswimming. My other seriously favourite REM cd is Up. I never get tired of listening to it from start to finish. In my opinion it is one of their best discs.

Here are the lyrics to Until the Day is Done by REM:

the battle’s been lost, the war is not won.

an addled republic, a bitter refund.

the business first flat earthers

licking their wounds

the verdict is dire, the country’s in ruins.

providence blinked, facing the son

and where are we left, to carry on

until the day is done

until the day is done

so we’ve written our stories to entertain

these notions of glory and bull market gain.

the teleprompt flutters, a power surge brings

an easyspeak message falls into routine

providence blinked, facing the son

and where are we left, to carry on

until the day is done

until the day is done

a voice whispers, “son.”

the blessed vision comes.

what have i done? what have i done?

so hold tight your babies and your guns.

forgive us our trespasses. father and son

providence blinked, facing the son

and where are we left, to carry on

until the day is done

until the day is done

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Published in: on August 1, 2008 at 8:53 pm  Comments (4)