Final Fantasy – This Lamb Sells Condos

Julie and I were lucky enough to catch Final Fantasy last night, during the Sled Island festival here in Calgary (Thanks to Drew for setting us up with passes).  As it was my first time seeing him live, I wasn’t sure what to expect from the one-man band consisting of a violin, synthesizer, microphone, and loop box.  All I can say after the 90 minute performance is: If you EVER have a chance to see one of his shows, GO.  Call in sick, drive through the night, postpone the ceremony, do whatever it takes to get there; I promise you won’t regret it.  The music this man can layer together will absolutely floor you.

Anyways, tonight’s track comes from Final Fantasy’s 2006 Polaris Prize winning album He Poos CloudsHe Poos Clouds reviews.  The song in question, This Lamb Sells Condos, was the closing number last night (before the encore), and takes a scathing look at the Toronto real estate developer Brad J. Lamb.  If anyone is interested, I stumbled across an interview today where Lamb shares his opinion on the song, and the light it presents him in.  That interview can be found here.

No hope for the village, no hope for the village
There’s a merchant in our midst and with a barrel fist
He’s coloured every surface, he’s slapped up a portrait
And yes, it is his own! He’s gonna take your home!
Have you seen our visitor? Look! Over the treetops!
Newly conjured erections are making him a killing
And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing
To buy in to the pillage, now there is no hope for the village

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare
And burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair
And then as an apprentice, he took a Drowish mistress
Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of Champagne Chic
Oh seduction, his seduction to the world of construction
Now his mind will start to wander when he’s not at his computer
Now his massive genitals refuse to co-operate
And no amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp
Can you hear them talking? Listen through the wall:

Nothing to do, nothing to do
Living rent-free is boring me
Got no use for my PE Degree
Got no use for my pedigree

I feed you every morning and ask so little
Hedi Slimane
But you belittle all the work that I do
And Agnes B
When you take that walk without permission
I’m not content
I’m not defensive, I’m just saying this cause I love you
I’m not content
You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool
Donna Karan
Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill
And Kara Saun
Contentment? What contentment? I am bald and impotent
I’m not content
Is that what it’s about? Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth
I’m not content

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