Album: Let All That We Imagine Be the LightAvg rating:
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Life's a party, life's a gas
Will it get better than selling people?
Golden sneakers, and alternative facts
You're a liar
You're deceivers
You're a user
You're a cheater, there's no love
Make no mistake, friend
They hate your women
They rob your children, and they love their guns
They're all liars, they're all users
You're a cheater, there's no love
Now, all is said, all is done
Are you happy now? Are you happy now?
Now, all is said, all is done
Are you happy? Are you happy now?
Destroy the future, it's unbelievable
Prepared for nothing as we suck our thumbs
They buy our silence, the modern devil
They think it's funny, there is no love
Now, all is said, all is done
Are you happy now? Are you happy now?
Now, all is said, all is done
Are you happy? Are you happy now?
Now, all is said, all is done
Are you happy? Are you happy now?
We have an idea, no one can take part
We sew a seam, but then they pick it apart
It's picture-perfect, so white, so clean
They kill books, they break rules, they kill dreams
Are you happy? Are you happy?
(Are you happy now?)
Are you happy now? Are you happy? Are you happy?
(Are you happy now?)
Are you happy now? Are you happy? Are you happy?
(Are you happy now?)
Are you happy now? Are you happy? Are you happy?
(Are you happy now?)
Are you happy now? Are you happy?
(Are you?)
Are you happy now? Are you happy?
(Are you?)
Are you happy now?
(Are you happy now?)
I'm older than when they first came out, I trust you can say the same. As is Garbage. But boy, in listening to this album it's pretty clear they've still got it. Older, maybe a bit more, heck a lot more, cracked, chipped and bruised. That final song of theirs, Talking to God, pretty much confirms this. And aren't we all?
But they're still tapped into a groove of a musical source that got them to the first set of musical heights, and it appears they're well on their way to a second look-see from those vistas yet one more time. And probably for the last time (not jinxing just acknowledging that Time is having its way with us all), but baby they're doing it with glory, aren't they?
If I might paraphrase; "holy shit! they're still good, and now even more relevant!"
But they're still tapped into a groove of a musical source that got them to the first set of musical heights, and it appears they're well on their way to a second look-see from those vistas yet one more time. And probably for the last time (not jinxing just acknowledging that Time is having its way with us all), but baby they're doing it with glory, aren't they?
There are some great tracks on the new Garbage album. The last one really got me, it’s seriously warped.
Yes, same! The end of that song really lands.
If I might paraphrase; "holy shit! they're still good, and now even more relevant!"
HA! Well, Shirley has had both hip-joints replaced, which explains the final song, the Day I Met God, and a certain line that had me thinking "what in the hell is THAT?" and doing a quick google search: What was that certain line you ask?
"I found God in Tramadol. "
What the hell is Tramadol? Scramble scramble, look see, look see. Oh...
"Tramadol is an opioid agonist that may be used to treat moderate to moderately severe chronic pain in adults."
That explains that. When both your hip joints are going bad, I guess that accounts for her "religious" experience. I've been fortunate. I'm 12 years older than Shirley and suffer no maladies. I chalk it up to luck and good genetics.
But I get it. I've friends who've gone thru that sort of thing and it comes to this. Aging and its concomitant partner, Time, is a brutal marathon affair that grinds everyone down in one fashion or another. Having something to relieve it must be like experiencing god, don't'cha think? At least it allowed her to create some most righteous music in a style that is all Garbage.
Highlow