Two posts in two weeks? Well, holy shit, I spoil you people…

If you don’t already know, I run a slightly-more-often updated Facebook Page for Get Your Melancholy On. Of course, you all already like it, don’t you?

One of the great things about that Page is that the people who like it also post music they like – and I’ve been shown a range of gems I’ve never heard of before through this. I’m working my way through them, and they’ll appear here in time, but one of the artists, and a particular song, just screamed at me.

Not literally. That’d be weird.

theboywhotrappedthesun

The Boy Who Trapped The Sun, or Colin MacLeod as he’s known to his friends, is 27 years old, from the Isle of Lewis, off the coast of Scotland, and to be frank, sounds like Snow Patrol.

However, this is definitely not a bad thing – off his 2010 album “Fireplace”, I give you “Copper Down” – a beautiful, sad piece of work.

Starting with a simple plucked guitar, MacLeod’s Gary Lightbody-esque voice flows. Over the course of almost 4 and a half minutes, instruments layer and layer, and the song becomes more anthemic, with the drum tattoo and choral work at 2:54 of particular note.

The lyrics themselves are simple, but damningly effective – a tale of endings and of regret, with a set of slightly differing choruses which might just find their way under your skin.

In life, in love, there’s been a few times I’ve tasted copper in my mouth.

I hope it’s all worth it, in the end.

This ship’s gone and run its course
Through a tired lack of force
And all that matters branded on your arm
So you don’t forget how we first met

Suddenly I have this feeling
Tasting copper in my mouth
I look to watch the clouds for my last breath

When you grow into your skin
I’ll be the hope joining the walls
And all the scraps of world joined at the hand
Are there to hold you in our secret plans

Suddenly I have this feeling
Tasting copper in my mouth
I look to watch the clouds for comfort
Fill in the blanks

Suddenly I hate this feeling
Tasting copper in my mouth
I look to watch the clouds for comfort
I hope I don’t let anyone die
Fill in the blanks

The Boy Who Trapped The Sun – Copper Down

www: The Boy’s Facebook Page, Twitter, and MySpace.

Over a month since my last post? Sorry, sorry… Life, as ever, has been getting in the way… And when I finally sat down to think about what I’d put up here, in front of you all, I blanked.

It wasn’t for lack of choice – oh, no. Not at all. But after the last couple of very intimate, important (to me) posts, I didn’t want to put something throwaway up – I wanted it to mean as much as the others.

And so, it does – but it is the antithesis of my second last post. That was about falling in love – this is about falling back out of it; torn to shreds and bleeding; screaming and crying and hating the other all the way.

alkalinetrio

“Radio”, from Alkaline Trio’s 2003 album “Maybe I’ll Catch Fire”, is pure acid – starting as a simple electric guitar solo that edges its way under your skin, it starts to layer – a drumbeat; Matt Skiba’s voice in baritone; and those first few lines that would tear a strip from anyone…

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved

And then… And then… And then…

2 minutes and 6 seconds in, the electric guitar kicks in, Skiba’s voice kicks up a gear, and the next few lines tear much larger strips…

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,
Plugged in and ready to fall

And over the next 90 seconds or so, Skiba’s voice climbs ever higher, becomes ever more frantic and hurt and angry and hateful, and the music builds, before lapsing back for the final 40 seconds, exhausted and resentful.

When Phil Spector created his famous “Wall of Sound” technique, I figure he didn’t intend it to be used to crash down on someone in the hope it’d hurt them.

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
Waking up next to nothing
After dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
While you’re taking your time with apologies
I’m making my plans for revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong I’d drive straight off the edge
I’d drive straight off the edge

Taking your own life with boredom
I’m taking my own life with wine
It helps you to rule out the sorrow
It helps me to empty my mind
Making the most of a bad time
I’m smoking the brains from my head
Leaving the coal calling the kettle black and orange and red
This kettle is seeing red

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you
Plugged in and ready to fall

Shaking like a dog shittin’ razorblades
waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me
I’m waking up all alone, waking up so relieved
while you’re taking your time with apologies
I’m planning out my revenge
Red eyes on orange horizons
If Columbus was wrong I’d drive straight off the edge
I’m seeing red

I’ve got a big fat fuckin’ bone to pick with you my darling
In case you haven’t heard I’m sick and tired of trying
I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you,
Plugged in and ready to fall

Plugged in and ready to fall
Plugged in and ready to fall
Plugged in and ready to fall

Alkaline Trio – Radio

www: Alkaline Trio’s official website, Facebook Page, Twitter, and MySpace.