It's Hard, Life Is Hard

    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. 

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