Kind of Like Spitting - “A Song For Annie’s Harmonica”

Up to hearing this song, I had two other favorite Kind of Like Spitting songs. One was “March 25, 1998,” a song that’s lyrics I can still not untangle. Sure, I can see them. I recognize the words, but what they’re saying is yet beyond me. The second was “You Got Served,” featured on Redder’s Metaphysics for Beginners compilation. That one built on the same style. The most misunderstood thing about “emo” music is that it is not topical. It is not about a boy or about a girl, it is about a feeling. The songs are not ballads, but movements. Things are not spelled out, and there are no narratives. This song isn’t spelled out, and it has me listening again and again. Here is a demo version of it. I haven’t heard the record yet, but it has just been released on Hush.

Slid right through the turn style and off the loft we went, We were taken in by strangers called out by coil and kin. Oh concentrate on as far back as you can go, When we would put a bullet in it’s belfry to prove it’s all a hoax, So what we don’t impress the fireworks with the strumming of our smiles But you can look up how high heaven is and try to count the miles, Keeps us busy for a while. Said the cradle to the kick drum that life begins again, Smoke butts like spent bullets, street sweepers home to sleep again And when he put his arms around me his hoody smelt like gasoline, So here’s to all lost fragrances… To a future with some balance, To a future without judgment, To a future with my family, To a future without anger To a fate of more than damaged fits To a future worth remembering.

Kind of Like Spitting - "A Song For Annie's Harmonica" (demo)

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