voicers wrote: 
Yes, I was thinkin' the same thing. I loved that first(?) album, Alive on Arrival; almost every track was great.
This song also reminds me of Josh Ritter.

.well written, good song...I may always skip away to the psd, but well done...not for your lack of skill I leave, but my lack of nerve in listening.

sit amet adipiscing et

See pianocomposer's comment below ...

Note 11: When a candle flame is blown by the wind, the sound it makes is called "guttering."

Sounds like................Wilco!

 4merdj wrote: 
You actually hear the lyrics? He's got a sock in his mouth.

Well initially I didn't think I liked it.
Then I noticed I was tapping my foot and smiling, while intrigued by the lyrics.
Suppose I must like it, then

 crockydile wrote: 
It's official -  you've gone round the Western Slopes. How can you call this song "cliched"?  Did you read the explanation of the lyrics?

Please feel free to submit YOUR amazingly-erudite lyrics for approval.  *taps foot impatiently*  I'm waiting...

 voicers wrote: 
Me too!

woot :)

Wonderfully crafted lyrics, moi dixit!

 KurtfromLaQuinta wrote: 
Um, why Nevada?  I must've missed something somewhere...  Oh, wait.  The Silver State.  Geez, is that US? I always figured we were the gold state.  Go figure.   (My mom once drew a map of the United States, with the various states' boundaries. She left out Nevada, blending California into Utah.  No one who looked at the map noticed anything wrong.) 

pianocomposer's post is startling and revelatory for me. The poem itself breaks my heart, but the explanations of the numbered terms even more so.

An amazingly cliche song. Just look at the comments!! <In the voice of Tim the Enchanter>

 jlind wrote: 

The song itself sounds like "Don't Get Me Wrong" by the Pretenders. Thought that's who it was since it was turned way way down to avoid offending the others in the room.

Don't know 'Drunken' but would love for RP to play it. Hint Hint Bill & Rebecca

 bam23 wrote: 

 michaelgmitchell wrote: 

It sounds like Matthew Ryan against Nevada to me.

 Dog_Ear wrote:  'Sactly. Can everybody just shut up about who/what it sounds like? Who cares?

I like the song, but never noticed the title before.  I'd heard the story of Wilfred Owen, but this was new to me:

On 4th November he was shot and killed near the village of Ors. The news of his death reached his parents home as the Armistice bells were ringing on 11 November.  

It actually makes me kind of angry at the song now.  It's a nice ditty, but it doesn't justify the title it appropriated.

THis reminds me of, sounds like, maybe its, a rip off sorta like . . . um?! Can you play something like it?

 voicers wrote: 
Here! Here! 

OK. Again: Does anyone hear Drunken Angel by Lucinda Williams? The parallels are so strong that it's all I hear during this song (although the words he is singing tend to sit uneasily next to hers).

Sounds a lot like a Petterson Hood (of Drive By Truckers) solo tune. Pretty good song.

Who is this singing backup?

Reminds me of Steve Forbert. Remember Steve Forbert? Can you play some Steve Forbert, Bill. :)

 casey1024 wrote: 
This is related to the most famous poem from World War I. (source: link). The translation could also be "It is sweet and right." The song sounds derivative but the lyrics are advanced. We have a similar saying in English: How sweet it is. I gave the song an 8 because it got my attention. The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country

DULCE ET DECORUM EST1

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares2 we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest3 began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots4
Of tired, outstripped5 Five-Nines6 that dropped behind.

Gas!7 Gas! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets8 just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime9 . . .
Dim, through the misty panes10 and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering,11 choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud12
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest13
To children ardent14 for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.15

1 DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War. They mean "It is sweet and right." The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country
2 rockets which were sent up to burn with a brilliant glare to light up men and other targets in the area between the front lines (See illustration, page 118 of Out in the Dark.)
3 a camp away from the front line where exhausted soldiers might rest for a few days, or longer
4 the noise made by the shells rushing through the air
5 outpaced, the soldiers have struggled beyond the reach of these shells which are now falling behind them as they struggle away from the scene of battle
6 Five-Nines - 5.9 calibre explosive shells
7 poison gas. From the symptoms it would appear to be chlorine or phosgene gas. The filling of the lungs with fluid had the same effects as when a person drowned
8 the early name for gas masks
9 a white chalky substance which can burn live tissue
10 the glass in the eyepieces of the gas masks
11 Owen probably meant flickering out like a candle or gurgling like water draining down a gutter, referring to the sounds in the throat of the choking man, or it might be a sound partly like stuttering and partly like gurgling
12 normally the regurgitated grass that cows chew; here a similar looking material was issuing from the soldier's mouth
13 high zest - idealistic enthusiasm, keenly believing in the rightness of the idea
14 keen
15 see note 1

 midreaming wrote: 
Lyric is Latin - meaning "how sweet & fitting it is"

way 2 long

The Thrills

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