I have a new hero. Well, hero might be overstating it a bit, but I really like the way Gus Black writes a song. Check out the lyrics in "Little Prince Town":
. . . It's hard, life is hard
So hard to believe sometimes you can't find the words
Tell me now why you're riddled with doubts
No one cares if you're caught up in things
Spit it out of that dirty mouth
and let the night fill up with your rage
It's hard, life is hard
So hard to believe sometimes you can't find the words
It's like they fall from your mind . . .
And I know you want to have a good life . . .
Gus Black--"Little Prince Town" mp3 off Today Is Not the Day . . . To F#@k With Gus Black (buy)
I guess what I mean is that I really appreciate someone who can take what I'm struggling with and put it into words so eloquently. And just listen to how he sings "and let the night fill up with your rage." I find the contrast between the words and the way he lets them slip out very affecting, because sometimes I find myself screaming inside but when I open my mouth it comes out more like a whisper.
You might like this song, too. I do.
Gus Black --"Blood and Belonging" mp3 off Today Is Not the Day . . . To F#@k With Gus Black
And don't let the rather menacing album cover scare you off. He's a pretty sensitive soul behind that gun.
Sensitive?? The bugger shot at me as soon as the page loaded. I'm taking
cover...
aw, whaddya mean, he's a pussycat! look at the love in those eyes . . .
He looks a little like the dude from No Country for Old Me to me. Yikes!
I'm pretty sure I wouldn't wait in an alley for his autograph...