Song Review
More quality Canadian content coming from the west coast today, this time via the indie/alt-rock duo Kristen Cudmore and Gregor Phillips; otherwise known as Language Arts. Originally from the other Canadian coast, Nova Scotia (I suppose we have a northern coast as well), the duo’s biography describes their latest album as “celebrating obscurities and word entanglements with poetic poise, paired with an alt-rock foundation yet fleshed out with classical instrumentation”; that’s exactly how I described them to a friend of mine today oddly enough. Today’s song is the title track from the band’s 2009 sophomore full-length release “Where Were You in the Wild”. The album follows up the band’s 2007 self-titled debut effort, as well as a now out of print EP titled “Small Run”. For more from the band, and the new album, check out their MySpace here. Also, today’s song is available as a free download from the band’s website here.
Where were you in the wild?
It isn’t tobasco because it isn’t in you
Hello patriotic patrons made of neutrons and glue
Are you a product of your parents or a producto of your past?
Who has liscenced you to carry your own mass?
It isn’t the sasquatch with the comb over smug
Are you the type to sweep it under the rug
Who’s entitiled to this backstage access
Which bills have been past since we’ve paid our taxes?
You can have your rice dream in your ignorant igloo
I’ll be sure not to bother you
What a silly like to have lead
If you want to wear those circus T-shirts and watch sequenced scenesters that’s alright by me
If you swing a baseball bat at the bats in the attic I’ll go out for a tea
If you want to cut your wages and cut your losses I’ll go out and cut my hair
If you want to reorganize your words on the computer screen I’ll see you next year
What a silly life to have lead
I’ll swing the hatchet at those shrubs that cause havock
I’ll never know that this day would’ve come or if it exsisted
If I knew I’d stumble upon you I’d at least bring some balloons
I’d try to see the colors that I never knew
I’d take on this habitat and find looseleaf to draw
I’d bury my seedlings and carry my body parts tall
To have to have and not give back
I have enough friendship bracelets anyway
Where were you in the wild?
