Angry Son Lyrics
to some things that were asked: yes he is saying "this is the moment" and then "they call him the angry son, I am the angry son". those are the screamed vocals.
from what the insert of the discography says about the songs that included the Bessie Smith samples, they were there to ""emulate the nights in oakland we spent fucked up/passed out with the needle dragging the end of the slint LP".
my band covered this song the other night in a basement to an audience of about 15 dirty sweaty hardcore punk kids. apparently every one was really into it. I sing my my back turned so i couldn't tell. this song has so much power, and if you know all the words and you sing it with a real band, it is just so much more explosive. I wish I could live those 7 and a half minutes over again. and I wish the mic was louder so I could have heard my whispered vocals. ouch my neck still hurts.
while I'm not sure this is my favorite Indian Summer song is, that may be a combination of Aren't you Angel and Waiting as a whole, this one is absolutely amazing.
love, John
Ok, I've not formatted it fantastically, but here's the majority of the lyrics for the Pitzer College version of 'Angry Son', I'm almost 100% sure that these lyrics are correct, the words I can't decipher are signified by '...', and one or two of the words I put in are guesses that I highlighted in word (which won't shop up her).
By the way, does anyone have a decent tab for this? There's one good tab, but the chorus is wrong.
"Angry Son/Woolworm" by Indian Summer
Slowly mending old wounds, As the burden of his sunken child, I lifted and carried it, lifted and carried of, To the stone heart of the angry son, Who now stands before you. An angry son who has done the swallowing, Of twenty one years worth of bitten pills, Bitten pills he has collected, Like the fallen pieces, A broken ground which he now moves on, My ground so unsettled, My feet .... with the weight of the sunken earth, (And) still he moves on, Pay no attention to angels sigh(ing), It is not the stone land, It is not the stone land that makes me, It is the .... that I stole. How can you look upon a sky and say that you want a sky, How can you stand upon a land and say that you own a land, And we say, three times .... with the stolen (or stone) ..... And we say, three times .... with the stolen (or stone).....
All these effortless moments that we spend, In these moments in gravity, Time well spent like angels sighing for all, ... .... .... ....
And still I am longing, .......................... In these moments! In these moments!
Effortlessly angels sigh, And I stand and I do not believe, And I stand and I do not believe,
Look me in the eye when you say that father, Look me in the eye when you say that father, How can you look upon a midnight sky and say that you own a midnight sky, ...................................
And I can look upon a shadow,
Look at you father collecting your prizes, Your objects of desire Look at you father neglect our mother, Look at you father I remember everything that you said. Father.
In the name of your dollar bill, ... ... .. house, that’s burned to the ground In the name of your dollar bill father, I remember everything that you said. Father. Where is our mother, father. Standing silently trembling.
I remember every word that you said father, I remember every word that you said. As I stand now I am the Angry Son, father. ... ... an Angry son, father.
And I will remember every word that you said, father. Every word. I will remember every word that you said father, They go through my head. Our danged mother.
And your many names father, and your many names. Sexism, racism, ...cism. And your many names father that we know you by, Mother stands trampled, mother stands lying on the ground bleeding. Where are you father?
But I am here father, I am the angry son. How could you stand here father? How could you stand here father?!
This is the moment! This is the moment!
I am the angry son, I am the angry son, I am the angry son, I am the angry son.
How could you say, it’s nothing I am the angry son, I am the angry son.
How can you say that it’s nothing How can you say that it’s nothing I am the angry son, I am the angry son.
How can you say that it’s nothing How can you say that it’s nothing I am the angry son, I am the angry son.
How can you say, it’s nothing father How can you say, it’s nothing father, How can you say, it’s nothing father, I am the angry son.
The song begins with "the fuzzy old jazz tune"(as described by Nate Powell) See If I'll Care by Bessie Smith. The lines heard are in quotes.
You say that you leavin' ant that you going away but before you leave, dear, please let me have my say I know that you feel good now with nothin' on your mind but just mark my words, dear, there'll come a time I know you're gonna pay, you'll want me back someday to drive the blues away then see if I care "And when ya feelin' blue, no one to talk to you and you don't know what to do the see if I'll care Though you think nothin' of me and say that you don't love me the time is comin' when you won't feel like you do now You're gonna call my name you know that you're to blame and you won't be the same then see if I'll care" I know you're gonna pay, you'll want me back someday to drive your blues away then see if I care And when ya feelin' blue, no one to talk to you and you don't know what to do the see if I'll care
Indian Summer's music is overwhelming.
The song is about a boy who murdered his parents to inherit their lands..he lives happily for a moment but later realizes the plight and commits suicide.
This song would speak the same language without lyrics.
This song is absolutely amazing. The lyrics have to be the most beautiful I've ever read in my life. Could someone do me a favor and send me some more information on this band? I got the MP3 from a guy on the net (papercutcasualty, you can find his contributions in the Navio Forge section). My only wish is that I could write things this amazing.
i'm pretty sure there are more lyrics to this, many not listed. such as "behind tired eyes , behind tired eyes, i think he's waiting, knowing your destiny, he calls him the angry son" . god i love this song and what it does for me.
i added a whole of corrections so almost the entire song is there now, but there are still a few parts i couldn't understand.
little help?
This really is a beautiful song. There is always that one piece of art that captures you, that speaks to you...this is that song for me.
Ok, I think these are the complete lyrics, but just a few things that I think I have wrong.
mending slowly, all wounds, and (prickless knees??). this is the burdon of a sunken child. a look to heaven, to see again. hes buried. completes the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son whos done his swallowing, his memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that hes collected, and all he has is broken ground. he now moves on. this grounds so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled. (pier??) counting on the way to the ("sundown" or "sunken earth"?).
but still he moves on (the stealing of dawn?).
this is earth, for she has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking, and still he moves on.
a voice in the back of his head reminding him that this is stolen, that this is not his
all these moments, all these precious time spent moments in gravity
all this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting.
all this pain that you know, all this time spent moving, all this pain that you will ever know.
though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance... it is in his heart he is holding and crawling behind sadness of empty fields.
it is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's in the night sky...
racing, racing, yelling softly, "this is the moment, this is the moment"
a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's in the night sky, this is the moment.
holding moments and forgiving relevance...it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. all these moments of time, time well spent.
behind tired eyes, behind tired eyes, he is waiting. and knowing our destinies.
we call him the angry son.