Tag: Music

  • Song of the Week: Walkin On the Sun

    The Pax Plena Song of the Week hearkens back to a bygone era of summer’s past. The year was 1997. Titanic would open that winter and go on to become the top-grossing film of all time. The Green Bay Packers won the Super Bowl over the New England Patriots (lovely how history repeats itself). And The Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down on the mean streets of Los Angeles. RIP.

    In all, 1997 was a wholly unremarkable year musically except for the entry of neo-60s group Smashmouth on to the America billboard scene. Smashmouth would eventually become the group most associated with late-1990s movie soundtracks (viz., the movie Shrek which featured the popular Monkees’ cover I’m a Believer). But their inaugural hit and this week’s song of the week, Walkin On the Sun, would become the ace that earned them both critical acclaim and cult status.

    The song itself is overtly inspired by the 1960s. The bass line is driving. Its feel is a bit too funky to be dissimilar from the Beach Boys. The music video does much to cultivate this idea and to great effect. Suffice it to say, the surf influence is pronounced. The lyrics of the song are said to offer “an ironic and implied Generation X view of the hippie movement.” Simply put, the lyrics more or less mock such hippie values as peace and love by exploring how those ideals become little more than commercial fads in the culture of Generation X- an assessment with which I’m not inclined to disagree.

    But what makes the song interesting is how the nexus between the surf/hippie culture intersects with 90s era cynicism. Rarely do songs interact to create a cross-generational dynamic anymore- particularly songs by newer groups. But somehow Smashmouth managed to pull this off in their earliest days as professionals. The group would eventually go down the path of Shrek but for just this release, their music seemed more than the commercialism they would both bemoan and embrace.

    More recently, I’ve found the song to be a great listen while driving about Tucson. Here, the faux-contemporary architecture of the 1950s adorns much of the landscape across the desert west. Beset on either side by palm trees, ranch style homes and pastels, one could nearly envision Smashmouth shooting their video with an 8mm camera while driving around town. Sun-drenched skies only add to the reality of walking on the sun.

    In all, the song is a welcomed trip down memory lane. The funky video make it fun to remember a more innocent time and the naivety of youth railing against the culture.

    Enjoy!

    Walkin’ On The Sun
    by Smashmouth

    It ain’t no joke I’d like to buy the world a toke
    And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
    And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
    Hey I know it’s just a song but it’s spice for the recipe
    This is a love attack I know it went out but it’s back.
    It’s just like any fad it retracts before impact
    And just like fashion it’s a passion for the with it and hip
    If you got the goods they’ll come and buy it just to stay in the clique

    [Chorus:]
    So don’t delay act now supplies are running out
    Allow if you’re still alive six to eight years to arrive
    And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
    But if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin’ on the sun

    Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
    Of recession and oppression and together they toked
    And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
    Just singin’ and clappin’ man what the hell happened
    Then some were spellbound some were hellbound
    Some they fell down and some got back up and
    Fought back ‘gainst the melt down
    And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
    Because fashion is smashin’ the true meaning of it

    [Repeat Chorus]

    It ain’t no joke when a mama’s handkerchief is soaked
    With her tears because her baby’s life has been revoked
    The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
    Mr. Wizard can’t perform no godlike hocus-pocus
    So don’t sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
    News at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack
    Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
    You need to be there when your baby’s old enough to relate

    [Repeat Chorus]

  • Song of the Week: Days Go By

    The Pax Plena song of the week comes to you courtesy of my weekend iPod play list. It’s quite nearly the perfect song to enjoy on the open roads and blue skies of Southern Arizona.

    Not to be confused with the Dirty Vegas version, Keith Urban’s Days Go By is decidedly acoustic and un-electronic (though the dancing in Urban’s video isn’t nearly so entertaining as the Dirty Vegas video).

    For the country music fans out there, Keith Urban does not disappoint. High vocals melded with an acoustic guitar and an intense beat make the song a hit for country fans generally. While it is a bit like the country-rock genre that made a resurgence of late, the message of the song more than compensates for its deviation from neo-traditional country.

    Please enjoy, the Pax Plena song of the week, Days Go By by Keith Urban. Lyrics follow after the jump.

    Days Go By
    By Keith Urban

    I’m changing lanes and talkin’ on the phone
    Drivin’ way too fast.
    And the interstate’s jammed with gunners like me
    Afraid of comin’ in last.
    But somewhere in the race we run,
    We’re coming undone…

    CHORUS:
    And days go by…
    I can feel ’em flyin’
    Like a hand out the window in the wind.
    The cars go by…
    Yeah it’s all we’ve been given,
    So you better start livin’ right now
    ‘Cause days go by…
    Oh and a woo-hoo…

    Out on the roof just the other night
    I watched the world flash by,
    Headlights, taillights,
    Running through a river of neon signs.
    Mmm-hmmm…
    But somewhere in the rush I felt,
    We’re losing ourselves…

    CHORUS:
    And days go by…
    I can feel ’em flyin’
    Like a hand out the window in the wind.
    The cars go by…
    Yeah it’s all we’ve been given,
    So you better start livin’ right now,
    And days go by…
    Oh and a woo-hoo…
    Yeah, the days go by…
    Oh and a woo-hoo!

    We think about tomorrow then it slips away.
    Oh, yes, it does.
    We talk about forever but we’ve only got today…

    And the days go by…
    I can feel ’em flyin’
    Like a hand out the window as the cars go by…
    Yeah it’s all we’ve been given,
    So you better start livin’,
    You better start livin’,
    Better start livin’ right now!

    CHORUS:
    ‘Cause days go by…
    I can feel ’em flyin’
    Like a hand out the window in the wind.
    The cars go by…
    Yeah it’s all we’ve been given,
    So you better start livin’ right now…
    ‘Cause days go by…
    Oh and a woo-hoo…
    Yeah, these days go by…
    Oh and a woo-hooo!

    Oh!
    So take ’em by the hand,
    They’re yours and mine.
    Take ’em by the hand,
    And live your life.
    Take ’em by the hand,
    Don’t let ’em all fly by!

    Come on, Come on now…
    Yeah!
    Come on now!
    Oh and a woo-hooo!
    Don’t you know the days go by…

  • Song of the Week: Bigger Fish To Fry

    Having decided in the last week to resume the actual purchase of CDs, it seems appropriate to once again resurrect the Pax Plena song of the week.

    Here to kick off the latest weekly installment, the song below appears courtesy of Brad Paisley’s newest album, 5th Gear.

    I’ll not scoop the song but it is hilarious (though the user video created below is only mildly amusing) and even tangentially dabbles in theology.

    My regular readers will surely appreciate the heretic in me. The practical minded among us might even call it the Gospel in a nut shell.

    Please enjoy Brad Paisley’s Bigger Fish to Fry. Lyrics follow after the jump.

    Bigger Fish to Fry

    I said a bad word when I was a kid.
    Mamma said that I’d be sorry for the sin that I did.
    My daddy whooped me and the
    preacher said shame.
    And I tried like hell to change.

    But I cuss,
    And I smoke,
    I laugh at dirty jokes.
    The minor vices, man I know ’em well.
    I’ve closed down bars.
    I’ve lusted in my heart.
    My exes think I oughta burn in hell.
    But the devil, he won’t notice when I die.
    Yeah, don’t you figure he’s got bigger fish to fry?

    Politicians taking pork barrel bribes.
    Crooked CEOs are getting off with no time.
    Christmas Eve burglars stealing good children’s toys.
    (Can’t say Christmas).
    Holiday burglars stealing good children’s toys.

    I cuss,
    I smoke,
    I laugh at dirty jokes.
    The minor vices, man I know ’em well.
    I’ve closed down bars (yeah, many a one).
    I’ve lusted in my heart.
    My ex thinks that I oughta burn in hell.
    But the devil, won’t even notice when I die. (bet he does)
    Yeah, don’t you figure he’s got bigger fish to fry?

    Serve em up!

    (instrumental)

    Yeah there’s gonna be bonfire burning
    An everlasting barbecue
    But with all the bad stuff going on,
    There ain’t gonna be room for me and you.

    (Chorus 2)
    ‘Cause we cuss,
    We smoke.
    We laugh at Tater’s jokes. (spoken)-> Tell one Jim.
    “You know you’re old when your wife says ‘honey let’s run upstairs and make love’ and your answer is ‘I cannot do both.’”
    The minor vices, man we know em well.
    We’ve closed down bars.
    We’ve lusted in our hearts.
    Our exes think we ougta burn in hell. (you got it wrong, it’s the other way round)
    But the devil, he won’t notice when we die.
    Hey, don’t you figure he’s got bigger fish to fry?
    Yeah don’t you figure he’s got bigger fish to fry?

    Pass the tartar sauce

    When we all get to heaven what a day of rejoicing it will be.

  • Song of the Week: Tennessee Waltz

    My thoughts seem to be oddly turned toward Nashville this week. This afternoon, I stumbled upon an old favorite introduced to me during my erstwhile days at Dartmouth. Norah Jones with her smooth vocals and dexterous piano playing couldn’t have performed the rendition of the song any better.

    Without further ado the Pax Plena song of the week is none other than Redd Stewart and Pee Wee King’s 1947 hit, the Tennessee Waltz as performed by Norah Jones. Lyrics follow. Enjoy!

    (Note: The Tennessee Waltz is in no way intended to be confused with the Tennessee Waltz sting operation which sent several top Volunteer State Democrats to prison)

    Tennessee Waltz
    As Performed by Norah Jones

    I was dancin’ with my baby to the Tennessee Waltz
    When an old friend I just happened to see
    I introduced her to my loved one
    And while they were dancin’
    My friend stole my sweetheart from me

    I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
    And I knew just how much I had lost
    I have lost my little darlin’
    The night they were playing
    The beautiful Tennessee Waltz

    I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
    And I knew just how much I had lost
    I have lost my little darlin’
    The night they were playing
    The beautiful beautiful Tennessee Waltz
    The Tennessee Waltz

  • Song of the Week: Road To Rhode Island

    Some of you may recall that Pax Plena once had a weekly item where I featured a song of the week. Sadly, it took nary a month of law school before things went awry. Here’s hoping to right the wrong and get the Pax Plena song of the week back on track.

    Perhaps this selection is indicative of my present state, but the video below is definitely one of the funniest song/dance routines featured on Family Guy in my recent memory. Taken from the eponymous episode, Stewie Griffin and Brian the dog sing, “Road to Rhode Island.” Lyrics follow after the jump.

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    Road to Rhode Island

    (Both) We’re off on the road to Rhode Island
    We’re having the time of our lives.

    (Stewie) (Take it dog…)

    (Brian) We’re quite a pair of partners,
    Just Like Thelma and Louise.
    ‘cept you’re not six feet tall

    (Stewie) Yes, and your breasts don’t reach your knees.
    (Brian) (Give it time.)

    (Both) We’re off on the road to Rhode Island,
    We’re certainly going in style.

    (Brian) I’m with an intellectual, who craps inside his pants.
    (Stewie) How dare you. At least I don’t leave urine stains on all the household plants.
    (Brian) (Oh, pee jokes)

    (Both) We’ve traveled a bit and we’ve found,
    Like a masochist in Newport we’re Rhode Island bound.

    ((Brian) Crazy travel conditions, huh?
    (Stewie) First class or no class
    (Brian) Whoa, careful with that joke, it’s an antique)

    (Both) We’re off on the road to Rhode Island
    We’re not going to stop until we’re there
    (Brian) Maybe for a beer.

    (Brian) Whatever dangers we may face, we’ll never fear or cry
    (Stewie) That’s right, until we’re syndicated Fox will never let us die. (Please!)

    (Both) We’re off on the road to Rhode Island,
    The home of that old campus swing.

    (Brian) We may pick up some college girls, and picnic on the grass.
    (Stewie) We’d tell you more, but we’d have the censors on our ass.
    (Brian) (Yikes!)

    (Both) We’re off on the road to Rhode Island
    We certainly do get around.
    Like a bunch of renegade pilgrims
    Who are thrown out of Plymouth colony.
    We’re Rhode Island bound.
    Or like a group of college freshmen
    who were rejected by Harvard and forced to go to Brown!

    We’re Rhode Island Bound..

    (fade out)