The Three Ages of Wonderchicken

It’s been metric yonks since I posted to this category, ages since I’ve shared some music with my fine and deeply sexy readerfolk.

So here’s not one, no not even two, but count ‘em three! songs for your delectation, to make up for my dereliction. Songs that I hope you might not know yet, and might after hearing them enjoy as greatly as I do. If you do like ‘em, go buy the albums in question. As usual, the mp3s’ll be up for a couple of days at most before I take them down again.

I’ve chosen three songs that put me in mind this evening of Being Wonderchicken at age 18, 28, and 38, respectively.

With no further ado, then:

#1: Being 18

The Mountain Goats – This Year [Update: mp3 taken down, sorry]

I broke free on a saturday morning

I put the pedal to the floor

headed north on mills ave

and listened to the engine roar

my broken house behind me

and good things ahead

a girl named cathy

wants a little of my time

six cylinders underneath the hood

crashing and kicking

aha! listen to the engine whine

i am going to make it through this year

if it kills me

i am going to make it through this year

if it kills me

i played video games in a drunken haze

i was seventeen years young

hurt my knuckles punching the machines

the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

and then cathy showed up

and we hung out

trading swigs from a bottle

all bitter and clean

locking eyes

holding hands

twin high maintenance machines

i am going to make it through this year

if it kills me

i am going to make it though this year

if it kills me

i drove home in the california dusk

i could feel the alcohol inside of me hum

pictured the look on my stepfather’s face

ready for the bad things to come

i down shifted

as i pulled into the driveway

the motor screaming out

stuck in second gear

the scene ends badly

as you might imagine

in a cavalcade of anger and fear

there will be feasting and dancing

in jerusalem next year

i am going to make it through this year

if it kills me

i am going to make it though this year

if it kills me

That was both melancholy and joy-inducing, was it not? OK! On the next song, friends, with alacrity and alcohol!

#2: Being 28

Ray Lamontagne – Jolene [Update: mp3 taken down, sorry]

Cocaine flame in my bloodstream

Sold my coat when I hit Spokane

Bought myself a hard pack of cigarettes

in the early morning rain

Lately my hands they don’t feel like mine

My eyes been stung with dust and blind

Held you in my arms one time

Lost you just the same

Jolene

I ain’t about to go straight

It’s too late

I found myself face down in a ditch

Booze in my hair

Blood on my lips

A picture of you holding a picture of me

In the pocket of my blue jeans

Still don’t know what love means

Jolene

Been so long since I seen your face

Or felt a part of this human race

I’ve been living out of this here suitcase for way too long

A man needs something he can hold onto

A nine pound hammer or a woman like you

Either one of them things will do

Jolene

I ain’t about to go straight

It’s too late

I found myself face down in a ditch

Booze in my hair

Blood on my lips

A picture of you holding a picture of me

In the pocket of my blue jeans

Still don’t know what love means

Jolene

Well, that’s a little melancholy too, perhaps, but there’s a ray of light knifing through the clouds, isn’t there? f–kin’ right, there is!

#3: Being 38

Smog – Dress Sexy At My Funeral [Update: mp3 taken down, sorry]

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

For the first time in your life

Wear your blouse undone to here

And your skirt split up to there

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

For the first time in your life

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

Wink at the minister

Blow kisses to my grieving brothers

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

And when it comes your turn to speak before the crowd

Tell them about the time we did it

On the beach with fireworks above us

On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back

In the back room of a crowded bar

And in the graveyard where my body now rests

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife

For the first time in your life

Also tell them about how I gave to charity

And tried to love my fellow man as best i could

But most of all don’t forget about the time on the beach

With fireworks above us.

Light’s not going out there, goddamnit, much as it may seem so. Right? Joy and antijoy can meet without the fabric of spacetime gettin’ all shredded like a hooker’s panties. You bastards need to get off the happy pills.

Anyway, so there you go. Songs good. If I’m still blogging when I’m 48, I’ll update this motherf–ker.

Share and enjoy.

Update: Songs taken down. Snooze/loose.

Update 2: Jeff Ward at This Public Address joins the fun! Anyone else care to play?

Update 3Shelley gives it a go (sort of), too! You know, this used to be easier when trackbacks were flying around all over the place…

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