A melancholy moment in praise of Blind Pilot.
Rather than chronicle the ongoing saga of the now-de-captained Jack and the pirate ship to the end of the earth, I’m calling a time out.
We’ve all got problems. The band Blind Pilot are making some of mine a helluva lot more melodic these days. Hailing from the PDX region and sometimes bearded, Blind Pilot has asserted themselves so pervasively in my iDevices I feel compelled to share. We’ll get back to the hoops soon enough, but I’ll just take a brief moment to thank these cats for making some smart music that can make life’s less happier moments on earth more bearable. Hell, I’ll even post the lyrics after the jump. Perhaps the best line on them? They toured the West Coast by bicycle. Now that’s some independent shit.
Thanks Blind Pilot,
Turman
Lyrics?
They’re playing our song
They’re playing our song
Can you see the lights?
Can you hear the hum?
Of our song
I hope they get it right
I hope we dance tonight
Before we, get it wrong
And the seasons
Will change us new
Be the best I’ve known
and you know me
I could not be stuck on you
If it were true
I was sleeping
My eyes were dark
Til you woke me
And told me that opening
is just the start
it was
Now I see you, til kingdom come
You’re the one I want
To see me for all the stupid shit I’ve done
(Chorus)
Soil and six feet under
Killed just like we were
Before you knew you’d know me
And you know me
Blooming up from the ground
3 Rounds and a sound
Like whispering you know me
And you know me
So this was our song
This was our song
I still see the lights
I can see them
And the criss cross
Of what is true, won’t get to us
Cause you know me
I could not give up on you
And the fog of what is right
Won’t cover us cause you know me
I could not give up a fight
(Chorus)