Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Song Spotlight: Augie March "One Crowded Hour"

In anticipation of going to see Crowded House on Friday night with Inky, I thought I'd do a little post about antipodean music and the word crowded. And so I bring you "One Crowded Hour" by a band called Augie March. This is a Steely Dan or Lynyrd Skynyrd situation, where it may sound as if the band is a dude but it is in fact the name of the group, taken from the Saul Bellow book The Adventures of Augie March. They are a quintessential rock group who write, play and sing perfectly. This song was the #1 song on last year's Triple J Hot 100, which is voted on by actual fans, and it really deserves it's nod as the best song of the year. While it only received a top 10 spot on the TGWOOfY half way list, chances are very good that it may end up in the top 3 before the year is out. The record was released here in the States yesterday, and it is well worth you ten bucks to pick it up.

Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen
In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen;
if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?
and that doesn't hold nothing together
Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick
And I know it's making you sick
There's nothing there, it's like eating air
It's like drinking gin with nothing else in
And that doesn't hold me together.

But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin
And I know you like your boys to take their medicine
From the bowl with a silver spoon
Who run away with the dish and scare the fish by the silvery light of the moon
Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb
In as far as their bleeding eyes see
Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, built for and rent for them
Not for the likes of me
Not for the like of you and me

And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin

Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the songland
She takes into hers my hand
She says, "Boy I know you're lying
Oh but then, so am I,"
And to this I said "Oh well."

They put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion
In fact I know the language well
I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell
That night, the silence gave birth to a baby
They took it away to her silent dismay
And they raised it to be a lady
Now she can't keep her mouth shut
And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom
I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June
But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin

One crowded hour, you were the only one in the room
Well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night
In fact I played this very tune
You said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?"
And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.

No comments: