Guster: Homecoming King

Guster is an amazing band. If you haven't listened to them, or heard more than one song of theirs, listen to them. They have a lot of albums, but only three that are amazing. Those would be Ganging Up On the Sun, Keep It Together, and Lost and Gone Forever. Their lyrics are well-written, their melodies are unpredictable and ridiculously catchy, and the vocals and instruments are also extremely well-done. That's what comprises a great band, and Guster is one of the best. The three albums mentioned above don't really have too many songs that aren't great. Whenever I'm on the computer, I find myself going to Grooveshark, typing in Guster, and listening to Keep It Together for the duration of my time on the compy. Please, for the pleasure of your own ears, listen to Guster.

The song I'm posting here isn't necessarily the best song, but its hard to assign that label to any particular Guster song. Here is Homecoming King:



On your way to the best years of your life
Everyone's banging on their gongs
The sooner you leave the sooner you're home
Back in Massachusetts
To your golden age where they tuck you in at night
You didn't see it coming
Now who you gonna wave to?
This time you're not homecoming king
Did you hear that?
Have you heard that sound before?
Do you even know where it is coming from?
Its getting too loud
It keeps on pushing you out
Into the arms of 1994
You didn't see it coming
Now who you gonna wave to?
'Cause this time you're not homecoming king
You're not homecoming king
You stand on your own
wasn't what you hoped at all
Do you still recall it,
giving dead-arms in the hall?
Stay right where you are
You'll be half of who you were
When you always would win
So count the days till you give in
Back to massachusetts
To your golden age where your crown is shining bright
You didn't see it coming
Now who you gonna wave to?
This time you're not homecoming king
Did you see it coming?
Now who you gonna wave to?
This time you're not homecoming king

A Song Post: Time For Some Ben Folds (Five)

Because I've tried lately not to be lazy in my blogging and just post poetry and music, there hasn't been a music post in a few posts. That trend ends today, with one of my top five favorite artists all-time: Ben Folds. His piano skill is incredible, his voice is great, and he writes songs about real life experiences. That's kind of the point of this blog, huh? While his lyrics aren't poetry, I'd say fulfilling two of the three main points of this blog is pretty good. I know one person who doesn't like Ben Folds, and I feel sorry for them because of what they're missing. And while he has a rather foul mouth on quite a few of his songs, that doesn't stop me from loving his music. Hope you enjoy this song. It's definitely not one of his most famous songs, (those would be Brick, You Don't Know Me, The Luckiest, and several others) but I think it applies to everybody at some time, and fits with a lot of what I've been through and have talked through on this blog. He's faking it. And he knows he is. Who doesn't fake things at some point? Enjoy. 

The Best Imitation of Myself:

Lyrics:

I feel like a quote out of context

Withholding the rest

So I can be for you what you want to see

I got the gesture and sound

Got the timing down

It's uncanny, yeah, you think it was me

Do you think I should take a class

To lose my southern accent

Did I make me up, or make the face till it stuck

I do the best imitation of myself

The "problem with you" speech

You gave me was fine

I liked the theories about my little stage

And I swore I was listening

But I started drifting

Around the part about me acting my age

Now if it's all the same

I've people to entertain

I juggle one handed

Do some magic tricks and

The best imitation of myself

Maybe I'm thinking myself in a hole

Wondering, who I am when I ought to know

Straighten up now time to go

Fool somebody else, fool somebody else

Last night I was east with them

And west within

Trying to be for you what you wanna see

But I can't help it with you

The good and bad comes through

Don't want you hanging out with

No one but me

Now if it's all the same

It comes from the same place

And if my mind's somewhere else

You won't be able to tell

I do the best imitation of myself

Yes it's uncanny to see

You'd really think it was me

The best imitation of myself

The best imitation of myself