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Rating: July, what's going on? What are you running from? Why are you sleeping alone on the floor? Some people change, others hang on till they can't anymore.
- Gates Of The Country
Paul Durham is a guy who has studied. Ahead of him lies a promising career as a teacher, alongside a career as a solo folk musician doing acoustic shows across America.
Soon, numerous and well-known labels try to grab the potential golden goose, and he decides to sign with the large family of David Geffen.
The record can and must be made, so Paul creates a band from scratch. Excellent musicians and an extremely commendable rhythm section (Belfer, Stanfield, Head).
The greatest wrong one might do to Your Body Above Me is to consider it an "Alternative rock" album (a term I don't appreciate at all). What's inside? Honest and pure rock without frills and experiments. That's all it takes.
The jagged and broken voice of Durham is the highlight, expressing perfectly.
The singles chosen will be Wash It Away and Time Ago, which with its echo-effected guitar intro evokes in me the sin of how this work undeservedly lives in shadow.
From All The Money In The World written together with PJ Harvey, to the romantic crooner neurosis of Ten Million Years, it's hard not to write a particular praise for an album that has given me much.
All by ourselves, we made love under the sleeping moonless night.
The contract tires the leader and all-around person of the group, who decides to terminate and continue his musical journey with new companions, self-production and contractual independence.
That name, Black Lab borrowed half from Black Sabbath and the other half from Stereolab, continues to this day to deliver well-crafted music and a crescendo of emotions and sound developments that only those who don't stop at the appearances of Indie can appreciate fully.
I decided to open this review with a phrase from the last track of the album. Because in the end, we're all somewhat in a hurry to get the first place at the restaurant, the cinema, the hospice, or the cemetery, losing that sense of uncertainty and wonder that the journey offers. The rush to unwrap and open. It might seem trivial, but I hope neither I nor the reader of this collection of my nighttime rants forgets that the journey is more important than the destination. Enjoy this album and then criticize it if you must, but don't forget to look out the window now and then.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Anything (05:36)
it could have been anyone
could have been a woman or a man
must have swept her away
made her forget who I am
it could have been anyone
could have slipped me a drug
must have been a permanent dose
to make me forget who she was
it could have been anything
could have been the time we spent alone
maybe too much time together
maybe too close to the bone
it could have been anything
any word i might have said
just a look i might have given
just the angle of my head (I forget)
but we come we go
we say that we know
but we don't remember and
we don't remind each other
we come we go
we say that we know
but we don't remember no we
don't recognize each other
it could have been anyone
any rumor passed around
someone made her doubt me
made her head for higher ground
it could have been anything
any gesture or word
maybe something I misstated
something she misunderstood (I would)
we come we go
but we don't remember and we
don't recognize that
maybe this time things might work out right
maybe this time she might catch my eye
maybe something
anything
could strike me blind and
I might remember her and
she might remember me this time
it could have been anything
anything
the ring around her finger
it could have been anything
any piece
shattered on the way
it could have been anything
anyone
she'll take another lover
it could have been anything anything anything anything
we come we go
but we don't rememeber and we
we don't recognize each other.
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