Well, here's a quick one while I'm moving house. Looks like this is another thing to write about here on my blog so I guess to sum up this is a song which totally kills me. I've been listening to the album the last couple of weeks but this track has been around a bit longer now. Yes, it's a new track I'm calling a killer track but it's that amazing. This is the first track to be released and as well track one from his debut solo album by Gareth Liddiard from The Drones called Strange Tourist. This as a whole album leaves me unable to speak so I'm going to write a little about this song first but the album has already become a classic (so maybe another blog about it later.)
Charles Blondin was a French tightrope walker, born in 1824 and passing away in 1897 and became famous then in 1859 crossing the Niagara Falls but not just once, a number of times, always with different theatric variations: blindfolded, in a sack, trundling a wheelbarrow, on stilts, carrying his manager on his back, he cooked and ate an omelet. At the top of the page is a photo from the Library of Congress of how he did that. They're very few photos of him around but this one shows him cooking on a tight rope.
So that is an explanation really about the title of this song but you'll have to figure out what the song is actually about because I've got to go and somehow fit the house in a cardboard box. I've found the song on this very cool thing called soundcloud and also included the full lyrics and video from youtube below.
Gareth Liddiard - Blondin Makes An Omelette by All Tomorrows Parties
Blondin Makes An Omelette lyrics:
It seems we're all in for a treat
Staring up, out of the street
And you can tell that Joe is really glad he came
Though downwind of him trails
A fog of alcohol
He fails
To do his best to be indifferent
All the same
'Cause there ain't no shaking the smell
Like there ain't no shaking the spell
As Blondin, Wirewalker
Braves the screams
Well, Joe is
Obvious impressed
Though he has something to confess
Above the sound of ten thousand creaking
Necks all craned
Joe says,
"Alone amongst the beasts and freaks
I dreamed of tightrope walking
While I tended Blondin's
Percherons and trailers
I'd see him
Training in the evening
There was no point trying to speak
You see, I doubted that he'd have
Time for the strangers
Who'd be there hoisting his big tents
Who'd be spying him from their naves
Staring down at them
Like batshit in a cave
Well, we hardly even met, but see
I worked for him, I thought I'd
Fill the space he left
But no, I was naive
Just another sideshow slow, I thought
He knew something I don't
But it would seem, all these Wirewalkers have
Is just the means to make you feel so bad
Man, no one
Cared for him at all
Until he crossed Niagara Falls
So you'd all feel
A little lower down the scale
And then his fame shot straight and fast
Right through a gloomy, narrow pass
He chanced through darkness, lightning storms
And into day
But I ain't here because he's tall
I'm only here to see him fall
If I get on the wagon now
It'll only be to run him down"
It seems we're
All in for a treat
Staring up out of the street
And you can smell that Joe's been drinking
On his breath
And then the clouds part overhead
And I make out a silhouette
As though I'm staring up through a trapdoor
And I'm waiting to be fed.
The brand new video directed by Jasmin Tarasin.
I'll be back soon after this house moving thing is over. I promise I'll countdown the rest of my favorite Nick Cave songs which will be the final 25 tracks.
Cheers.
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