my lonely little life

I journeyed into Beantown yesterday for a concert by a band I've come to love these past few months called Good Old War. They are a surprisingly high-energy acoustic folk ensemble comprised of three youngish guys who dance more than they sing and commanded the audience of about 150 (standing room only) with the grace of seasoned pros, even though they were only on tour to promote their first CD. Normally I avoid the opening band, expecting something a tad lackluster and unoriginal, but Good Old War chose to tour with Hezekiah Jones, a fourty-something piece band that tours in variable size ensembles--for us it was a four-member band (guitarist, violinist, string bassist and drummer) that crafted a rough-around-the-edges beauty that was overwhelmingly breathtaking. They brought a stunningly simple and mellow sound, with poignant and elegant lyrics complemented by the plucking of the string bass and the beautifully rough voice of the lead singer. The honesty and quiet thoughtfulness of the words lent to a remarkably stirring response in many of the audience members--especially me. Here are the lyrics and audio to one of my favorites of the performance, called Nothing's Bound--although "Postpone," "Agnes of the World" and "How Do You Feel About Traveling" were equally heartbreaking and true.

Nothing’s Bound

I hope this letter finds you well
you took pleasure in the small things
when I could barely tell
Now that I've found you gone
replaced with memory
I write you this song

I carry all your themes around
realities in love
and how nothing's bound
to the next

You’re not in my world but still in my heart
sorry I left without explaining my part

But I thought you knew me
I thought you knew me
Things really have changed so much
you were always gone
and I missed your touch
all those nights and that lonely ache
the rip in my heart you managed to make

Well I carry all your themes around
realities in love
and how nothing’s bound
to the next

‘Cause of you I didn’t want no one
time heals wounds and I move on

I thought I knew you
I thought I knew you

if I forget your face I’ll remember your name
if anyone asks well I’ll take the blame