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Choosing a favourite Silver Jews lyric is a bit like choosing a favourite jelly bean. When asked, you might reply ‘apple’, or ‘cotton candy’, or even ‘cherry’. Yet, your favourite will change the very next time you eat another.
The music itself is almost incidental to the words contained within. The icing on a cake if you will. Or a dress on a pretty girl.
To say David Berman has a ‘way with words’, well, is a bit like saying the Sun has a way with heat…
I won't even begin to mention the amount of times Silver Jews were the soundtrack of something in my life. Lonely nights and early mornings. Falling in and out of love. Growing up. Dreams. Above all, dreams.
"Guard my bed, while the rain turns the ditches to mirrors. By a vase of carnations from central Ohiowhere the looking machine can't hear us. Deep in the night we dream of positions, there's a line for the phone in the hall. And in the cold places where Spanish is spoken, most wars end in the fall"
"The shattered glass cussed, and when it broke it spoke to us,it said "Hey... I know you... what's your name?"I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the barcause I can't stand to look at my face when I don't know where you are. Then the feeling fades away but you sort of wish it would of stayed, inside...the golden days of missing you"
"Up the hill past 694, at the stone wall make a left, and I will see you soon my friend if these old directions still direct.
Is the problem that we can't see or is it that the problem is beautiful to me?"
Trains across the Sea(Starlite Walker, 1994)"I just got back from a dream attack, that took me by surprise. And in there I met a lady,her name was Shady Sidesand she said:
It's been evening all day long,it's been evening all day long andhow can something so old be so wrong?
Sin and gravitydrag me down to sleepto dream of trains across the sea, trains across the sea.
Half hours on earth, what are they worth? I don't know. In twenty-seven years I drunk fifty thousand beers. And they just wash against melike the sea into a pier"
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