Devotchka, How It Ends

Hold your grandmother’s Bible to your breast.
Gonna put it to the test.
You want it to be blessed.
And in your heart,
You know it to be true,
You know what you gotta do.
They all depend on you.
And you already know.
Yeah, you already know how this will end.

There is no escape,
From the slave-catchers’ songs.
For all of the loved ones gone.
Forever’s not so long.
And in your soul,
They poked a million holes.
But you never lettem show.
C’mon it’s time to go.

And
You
Already know.
Yeah, you already know
How this will end.

Now you’ve seen his face.
And you know that there’s a place,
In the sun,
For all that you’ve done,
For you and your children.
No longer shall you need.
You always wanted to believe,
Just ask and you’ll receive,
Beyond your wildest dreams.

And 
You 
Already know.
Yeah, you already know
How this will end.

 

You already know (You already know)
You already know (you already know)
You already love will end.

i can’t believe i haven’t put a tab here on Devotchka yet!  i just found out they are coming back to the bay in June… so if you’d like to join me for a time-traveling-enlightening-spiritually uplifting-soul bearing experience– just say the word.

there has only been two concerts i’ve been to that have brought me to tears of sorrow and joy at the same time.  the first one was the Sigur Ros one at the Paramount, the second one was Devotchka’s this past Aquarian season.  I was blessed to share the experience w/Jenuine at the Fillmore..  i remember a moment that night, as the band started their opening song, some folks in the crowd started screaming and one guy said, “I’M READY TO GET HEALED.  HEAL ME NOW!”  by the end of the show i knew exactly what he meant.  this is healing music folks.  therapy.

they convinced me that night that i mustve been a gypsy in my past life… and i could even say that now, in the present tense.  maybe a mongol in china or a balkan or herdsman in africa…  there is a lot to learn from the life of a nomad, particularly the virtues of not being attached to the material world.  you could definitely here the gypsy soul in Devotchka.

many singers can get the title of “crooners”  but Nick Uruta is a wailer.  he sings his heart out and you are reminded of all your deepest yearnings and all the work you’ve put into reaching your dreams and remove your suffering… in other words, he is essentially a soul singer.

How It Ends would be a good memorial song.

feist, inside and out

i just found out from JENUINE! that feist was doing punk before she got into the sound she is now. what is it with starting off in the punk scene and going soft and sweet but still strong like this?! there’s so many artists out there who started off in a punk band– perhaps it gives you good training?! it does make sense though since most punk bands come from the independent-do-it-yourself place but then again… music always starts that way (in this sense, what i refer to as real music!)

when i first heard feist – of course i automatically associated her with Bjork– i called her the “More Down To Earth Bjork”!  anyway, she holds her own and dropped the Leslie and is now one woman, one name Feist.

i love both her acoustic and album version of the bee gees… and why do i feature a cover instead of all the good songs she’s written?! because i could write at least 20 more entries on how great feist is… but i love the bee gees so its double love.