Rubblebucket @ Tiny Desk

floss that sweaturrr, rubble princess.

So, by far the catchiest tune on this is the first song, “Carousel Ride.” The whole set is really nice though. I actually enjoy this recording better than any other on YouTube. The singer, regrettably, has little little performance energy (that may be a stylistic choice), but here she performs with a seemingly earnest effervescence, and I think it suits her. I also like that the instrumental sounds are natural here, and the brass shines through nicely.

Blitzen Trapper- Love the Way You Walk Away

Pacific Northwest mid-twenties male angst at its finest.

I don’t remember if I previously posted a link to this band. If I did, it was probably for their single, Furr. This song is entirely different, and as a newcomer to Blitzen, I’m quickly finding they have a very diverse sound. As some others commented on their Youtube videos, I wonder where I was when these guys seemed to be in high production mode. Enjoy.

RTJ- Lie, Cheat, Steal

Their lyrics are incomparable

Smoke from the loosie drift
Hold it like a crucifix
Blow from the nose I’m a dragon to a gnome
Got a average of bein’ excellent the median just dope
Like the ratio of heroin to laxative that’s sold
Authorities have spoken, demanded your pure devotion
Get magnetized to the ground while the falcons of murder close in
I chose to go guano, y’all know, kinda bat shit
The bright lights of fuckery stuck in me automatic
I’ll tea bag a piranha tank, heart barely beatin’
A wild one who’ll swim like directly after he’s eaten
While holding a toaster oven that’s plugged with a fork in it
Cause death by electrocution’s like life in New York, isn’t it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it

Pains the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little shop of horrors that I can’t even afford to rent in
Where’s the exit?
Wanna talk shop I can chop it up with exacto touch, whats the rush?
Autograph skin flaps, tag em up
I don’t brag enough you defacto suck
A lotta you new to the El Producto milieu
Kinda like “fuck is you?”
I’m a little black spot on a sun of lies
But I’m not too high to say I’m the truth
I line the booth to catch blood like a Bateman
Nathan sacred I’ll mace a play pen
Jewel runner bitch make the name stick
Not for sale but I’m takin payments

Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
Everybody doin’ it
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win
(Everybody doin’ it)
Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win

I’m fly as a pegasus, that’s no embellishment
I’m here to pain the whole game, where the Excedrin
Good pussy, good marijuana that be my medicine
And I’m a mixture of MJG and the Weathermen
A revolutionary bangin’ on my adversaries
And I love Dr. King but violence might be necessary
Cause when you live on MLK and it gets very scary
You might have to pull your AK, send one to the cemetery
We overworked, underpaid, and we underprivileged
They love us, they love us (why?)
Because we feed the village
You really made it or just became a prisoner of privilege?
You willing to share that information that you’ve been given?
Like who really run this?
Like who really run that man that say he run this?
Who who really run that man that say he run this, run run run run this?
Like who really fund this?
Like who really fund who say he fund this?
Like who in the world gon’ tell Donald Sterl who to put on the “you can’t come” list?
Now don’t be silly
Who the fuck gon’ bully me if I got a billy?
If I got a billy and the bitch recording me I’m like who cares
What I wouldn’t be is on TV stutterin’ ta-ta-talkin’ scared
So the question is when Don’s at home with that traitor ass bitch alone
Who’s that voice on the side of the phone that shakes and rattles his bones?
Could it be the man behind the man behind the man behind the throne?
Gone

Everybody doin’ it

Les Soeurs Boulay- Chats Sauvages

Un chat qu’on ne sait pas apprivoiser. J’en ai connu un.

On n’apprivoise pas les chats sauvages
Pas plus qu’on met en cage les oiseaux de la terre
Faut les laisser aller comme on les laisse venir au monde
Faut surtout les aimer jamais chercher à les garder
Tout doucement je veux voyager
En te jasant d’amour et de liberté

On n’emprisonne pas les cœurs volages
Pas plus qu’on coupe les ailes aux oiseaux de la terre
Faut les laisser aller toujours sans chercher à comprendre
Ils marchent seuls et n’ont qu’un seul langage
Celui de l’amour, celui de la vie
Ils chantent pour toi si t’en as envie

J’me sens un peu comme le chat sauvage
Et j’ai les ailes du cœur volage
J’veux pas qu’on m’apprivoise
J’veux pas non plus qu’on m’mette en cage
J’veux être aimer pour ce que j’ai à te donner
Tout doucement je veux voyager
En te jasant d’amour et de liberté

Cette chanson elle est pour nous
Elle jase d’amour et de liberté

Cette chanson elle est pour nous
Elle jase d’amour et de liberté

First Aid Kit- “Wolf”

It’s a good song and an interesting music video. The props remind me of a couple of music videos by Tricot Machine, (which I’ll find and post separately).

Watch, and then read below:

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So I was reading through the YouTube comments, and one of the posters shared what little they knew about the subject matter:

I should point out: this post was not responding to anyone’s question. It was totally unprompted. And that’s kind of badass. Who is this person? I feel like I need to be responsible and fact check this information, but I’m not. I’m not responsible.

Let’s just repeat this until it becomes a myth about a myth. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Who’s to say? As a certain tall child would have us ask.

"Who's to say?" - John Mulaney

Blind Pilot- Packed Powder

From the Portland band’s 2016 album And Then Like Lions

I started working at the second hand
I thought it would make me more colorful
I saw the world as a stitch and patch
I saw the sky as torn grey wool

I started working as a dime store clerk
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first
My only dreams were in fluorescent light
My only goal was to forget what I was worth

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

I started working as a tour guide
I thought it would make me believe my own words
Every patient thought just passed me by
Every truth I said sounded just absurd

I started working at a small town church
I thought it would make me a better man
They said the sins I had would fly away
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

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Also, here is a link to a live studio recording of the same song recorded live in studio on KCRW (via NPR.org).