This is essentially the song that saved Bright Eyes for me. The story goes that I was sitting at my cousin’s house and everybody else was passed out, or drugged or something, and I was listening to my cousin’s ipod and came across Bright Eyes, a band that sounded familiar but I didn’t know any songs from. So I listened through some songs and it was just alright and then I came across two songs, one of which was No Lies Just Love and the other I won’t name because it’s on my list much later. I quickly fell in love with both the songs. Boring story so far, right? Don’t worry it gets boringer.
So a little while later I’m at the local music store, that doesn’t exist anymore thanks to all your rat bastards downloading music off the internet – I’m one of those rat bastards but at least I always buy the CD if I like the band enough, and I actually prefer buying the CD, even if its more money, than owning a digital copy on the computer. So I come across the Bright Eyes section. It wasn’t really a whole section, it was just a label with the words Bright Eyes and two CDs under it surrounded by a billion other labels of a billion other bands. Remembering that I liked those two Bright Eyes songs I heard on my cousin’s ipod I bought both the CDs.
Well the two Albums happened to be Digital Ash In A Digital Urn and I’m Wide, Awake It’s Morning. If you’re a fan of Bright Eyes I’m taking a guess those aren’t your two favorite albums. They’re perfectly fine amongst the crap being played on the radio, but they’re not the best of Bright Eyes. I gave them a few listens and I wasn’t very impressed. There were a couple kind of good songs on Digital Ash In A Digital Urn but at the time there was almost no songs I liked on I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning, aside from the song harboring this position on the countdown. It was Poison Oak that kept bringing me back to that album, and eventually I found the good in other songs on the album like Lua, Land Locked Blues, Road To Joy – which ends the album perfectly – and We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now which I stupidly took off the list at the last minute which is crazy because I essentially like it better than Poison Oak, but Poison Oak got more bonus points because like I mentioned it was the song that kept Bright Eyes alive as a possibly good band for me, and then lead to me buying more Bright Eyes albums which I now love. In fact I love We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now so much that I might just post a video of that song instead of Poison Oak because I think if you only listen to one (even though they’ll probably listen to neither) it should be We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now.
“If you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it all the time? And if you swear that there’s no truth and who cares, how come you say it like you’re right? Why are you scared to dream of God, when it’s salvation that you want? See stars that clear have been dead for years, but the idea just lives on.”
Those lyrics start off the wonderful We Are Nowhere, And It’s Now. That’s right, I’m done talking about Poison Oak, and now I’m going to talk about the song that should have been placed here. Emmylou Harris, who I don’t particularly know of but apparently has done great things, provides wonderful backing vocals on the track. There’s something about a guy and a girl singing at the same time that sounds great to me, which is weird because in porn there is something terribly disturbing about hearing a girl and a guy moan at the same time. Well it’s more of the girl moaning and the guy groaning. I don’t understand why the guy is groaning. Or why he looks so put off and angry so much. Some of these male porn stars make it look like getting paid to have sex with a girl who is at least moderately attractive is hard work. The guy doesn’t need to work hard because A) he has a big penis, enough said – I don’t buy that ‘it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion in the ocean’ bullshit, that’s a complete lie, that saying was only invented to make me feel better – B) the girl is being paid to look like she’s enjoying it, so even if she was having sex with William Hung, who’s last name I’m guaranteeing is a lot more than just a little bit ironic, she would be moaning like Johnny Depp was eating her out, which I guarantee you isn’t as pleasant as all you ladies oh-so desire it to be and C) nobody who watches porn is doing it to watch the guy…and imagine that was written in all caps because I’m basically yelling it (then why not write it in all caps?) BECAUSE WRITING IN ALL CAPS IS ANNOYING! (point taken).