“You could mess up my life in a poem Have me divorced by the time of the chorus Theres no need to change any sentence When you always decide where I go next
Many nights you would hide from the audience When they were not in tune with your progress In the end you are like the journalist Who turns what you sing into business”
“Working Titles” off of the new Damien Jurado album, Maraqopa, is a beautiful song, self-referential lyrics with clever wordplay boost an already gorgeous arrangement. Jurado’s voice itself is perfect for the tune; confessional but not completely mournful, sparse but not completely haunting.
Culled from the excellent Take Me To The River: A Southern Soul Story 1961-1977, It’s no overstatement to say that this little known single might rival “Hold On, I’m Coming” in being among the top soul songs ever recorded. I’ve had it on repeat for the last week.
The third track off of The National’s Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers has long been a favorite of mine, and not only because of its mysterious title. "90-Mile Water Wall" doesn’t seem to fit into any specific genre, rather it plays out like an epic Western, a lonesome figure silhouetted by twilight in a harsh winter, espousing the hurt of a love lost. For all the gorgeous songs this band has produced (and there are many), this may be their finest unimpeachable arrangement.