Song Review
Trailer Trash was the song that introduced me to Modest Mouse about 8 years ago, and remains one of my favorite Modest Mouse numbers. From what I can remember, a friend of mine left a burnt CD that contained this masterpiece in an old 89 Honda Accord I used to rock. I don’t communicate with the friend very often anymore, but the song still frequents my play-lists. Trailer Trash comes from the band’s second full-length album The Lonesome Crowded West. On a side-note, this album is ridiculous.
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don’t mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can’t do anything
And I shout that you’re all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that’s what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it’s been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you, and I’m sorry
if I dissed you
