It’s been a busy week, and I’ve gotta cap it off with some outpatient surgery tomorrow, so I guess that explains how a new Clutch record managed to sneak up on me. Luckily, I was alerted to it via this article devoted to one of the best things about the band: Neil Fallon’s lyrics. Even if you don’t like their bruising, bluesy rock (or their more hardcore early sound), I still recommend reading the lyrics just as surreal poetry. In fact, come to think of it, I’m pretty sure they’ve inspired more post titles here than any other single source.
I believe I also share a birthday and a magnificent beardedness with Fallon, so there’s that.
April 2, 2013 @ 1:49 am
I've been listening to The Dragonfly OVER AND OVER recently. It's not even a "typical" Clutch song, but it is simply epic.
And the lyrics…
Could've Been A Swan On A Glassy Lake.
Could've Been A Gull In A Clipper's Wake.
Could've Been A Ladybug On A Windchime,
But She Was Born A Dragonfly.
In The Sun She Warmed Her Wings
And Listened To The Cicadas Sing.
"The Trees Are All Bending
In One Direction
Because Of Something…"
Cross-Pollination By The Legs Of Bees In The Spring
Is A Beautiful Thing.
Oh When The Sun Goes Down,
The Fireflies Come Out.
In A Pond Crept A Slimy Thing
That Hummed A Theme From The Rites Of Spring.
Pity The Mate Of Queen Mantis,
So Content, But So Headless.
Katydid Nothing But Shiver And Cry,
As Did The Dragonfly.