David Gray – Mutineers

Mutineers by David Gray

I love David Gray. Listening to him talk about his new album and the title track, Mutineers, solidifies the deep thought and the feeling that goes into his songwriting.

It’s amazing to hear about how a song starts as one thing, 95% gets scrapped, the 5% that is kept turns into an entire song and this little melody that is discovered in the process becomes the foundation and theme of the entire song.

Unfortunately, David won’t be in Minnesota anytime soon, but you can catch him in Chicago on August 18 if you’re in the mood for a road trip!

Watch the video below and share your thoughts:

You know the way it is
These thoughts are mutineers
Trying to shake the monkey off my back
So beat the island drum
And steady as she come
And all the stores are closing for the lack
To drink the damn place dry
Only plan of attack

And Babe
Sure feels good
Sure feels good
This moving close
This moving close
Sure feels good babe

And Hey
What could they know
What could they know
Bout what we have
Yeah what we have
What could they know Babe?

The early warning signs
All lit up in my mind
It’s true you know
Some things weren’t meant to be
Until your secret’s out
It’s your worst enemy

Time is ours to burn
Is ours to burn
We got that glide
That freewheel glide
It’s ours to burn babe

Morning Song by The Lumineers

Most of us know The Lumineers for their hit, Ho Hey. It’s funny, because that song is what made me interested, but after listening to the rest of their self-titled album, I like their other songs much more than their big hit. A contributing factor to my opinion on this is the “intentional flat notes” in bridge on Ho Hey. I’m not a big fan of that. But I do think they are very talented and that Wesley Schultz is a great songwriter.

Here’s the final track from their debut album. It’s called Morning Song. It has a nice, laid-back rock beat, a bit of a country feel to it and some simple, poetic lyrics.

THE CARBONATION IN MY DRINK
THE BUBBLES RISE WHILE MY HEART SINKS
AND I’LL I TEND TO DO IS THINK OF YOU

WAS IT EASIER TO PACK YOUR BAGS
AND BOOK THAT FLIGHT TO PARIS AS
THE PLANE BEGAN TO MOVE THAT AFTERNOON

WHEN ALL THE TRAINS HAVE PULLED AWAY
FROM LOCAL STATIONS IN DECAY
IT’S I WHO WAITS, IT’S YOU WHO’S LATE AGAIN

AND DID YOU THINK OF ME WHEN YOU MADE LOVE
TO HIM, WAS IT THE SAME AS US
OR WAS IT DIFFERENT, IT MUST HAVE BEEN

AND ALL THE PRETTY DAMES
THEY’LL HUG AND KISS YOU ALL THE SAME
AND WHEN THEY GO, THEY’RE GONE
THEY’RE NOT RUNNING LATE
OH ALL, ALL THE PRETTY DAMES

AND THE KIDS YOU HOLD IN YOUR ARMS
WITH PROMISES TO PROTECT THEM FROM HARM
BUT THEY GROW, AND THEY GO
AND YOU’RE ALL ALONE
ALL THE KIDS, ALL THE KIDS THAT YOU HOLD

AND IT’S A SHAME THAT IT ENDS THIS WAY
WITH NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
SO JUST SIT ON YOUR HANDS, WHILE I WALK AWAY
IT’S A SHAME, IT’S A SHAME, IT’S A SHAME
WHEN MY HANDS BEGIN TO SHAKE
WHEN BITTERNESS IS ALL I TASTE
AND MY CAR WON’T STOP
CAUSE I CUT THE BRAKES
I HOLD ON TO A HOPE IN MY FATE

OH OH AH AH HEY HEY
MAY YOU RETURN TO LOVE ONE DAY
WELL I HOPE AND I PRAY
YOU GET WHAT YOU GAVE
OH OH AH AH HEY HEY

 

Thrasher by Neil Young

Listen to this song. Keepin’ it short and sweet today.

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it’s light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin’ like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There’s an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I’d had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don’t understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin’ my mama’s T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I’m not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I’ll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I’ll know the time has come
To give what’s mine.