Such a quintessentially Austin song. I lived there for a good spell. My wife died while we lived there. I walked the streets a lot then. Destroyed with grief. Dale Watson, Chickenshit Bingo, all of it. It’s a beauty, this song. This album. This band. Peace.
I love this song and it's very poignant to something I'm going through right now, but I've never understood the reference to Dale Watson. Thanks for making sense of it.
Such a chill track the image of lucifer on the sofa fits the sound perfectly. Dark and groovy and ambient it sounds sprawling and makes a great closing track. They are back to killing it with their closers
Unlike most people, Transference is one of my favourite Spoon records. And this song crystalizes that album's meloncholic longing so beautifully. I'm obsessed. XO Britt and co. Thank you.
Transference is to Spoon as Fables of the Reconstruction was to REM. It definitely took a few listens for me to really start to love that album and I absolutely agree that this album reminded me of Transference, including the intro to "Wild" which reminded me a lot of "Who Makes Your Money". This track also reminds me of "Us" from Hot Thoughts.
I really love the beginning of the album. 8/10 for the entire album. I was a little disappointed towards the end of the album. I've been a Spoon fan ever since I saw the video for "Everything hits a once" on M2(MTV 2) decades ago. I remember trying to find the Album(CD format) because it was very obscure at the time and downloading music on your PC was nonexistent, lol, wow......I'm old. Anyway, Britt, if you or any other band member ever check the RU-vid comments I just want to say Thank You for staying true to the Art thru all these years. Love you guys.
Lyrics: Cashed out in the front room Ashes stain his lips Lucifer on the sofa Staring at you You've been counting weekends Never getting dressed Speaking in the third person And trying to forget What am I gonna do With your last cigarettes? All your old records All your old cassettes? You hit the corner market Feel the winter sky Looking through the windows As you're passing by Mmm-mmm, I'm chasing every thought And I'm walking over water Thinkin' 'bout what I've lost (thinkin' what you got) What am I gonna do with With your last cigarettes? All your old letters Everybody knows That I'm stuck with all your pictures A box of cigarettes All your old records All your old cassettes Now you're cruising up Lavaca Against the traffic lights Gonna walk all evening, yeah There's no one out tonight Now you're thinking 'bout Dale Watson Thinking 'bout turquoise All along West Avenue While those black birds make their noise Tell me the truth later And just lie tonight For now, I need peace And nothing feels right And I'm stuck with all your pictures A box of cigarettes All your old records Yes, and all your old cassettes
Very nice song. And, in sum, not a bad album. If this was Spoon's first album, I'd be Ga Ga (Ga Ga Ga) for it. As it stands, it is an album that borrows heavily from what they've done before, perhaps more than any of their prior albums had done. Maybe it's not such a bad idea to borrow when your prior catalog is so great!?
Thank you 88.5 for helping an old white guy find " the good stuff". Dylan Leblanc, Jack Broadbent, Neil Francis, Wet Leg and Spoon. Play some new Mike Campbell...carrying the TP torch without fear.
Texas riff. Britt Daniel interview 13-Feb-22 - Catch it on NPR's World Cafe podcast. About the same comment last night - RU-vid zapped it for whatever reason.
This is pretty sad. Whoever got his box of cigarettes and his old records and all his old cassettes. This guy was going to Hell sounds like. This is one Cool Song.
