Okay, I offered him some pasta and asked if my music was disturbing him and he said no thank you and that it wasn't.
I’m off the hook. :’)
Also my mum just got home, walked in, smiled and said, “music!” because I usually don’t listen to my music out loud. Then she came back a second later and this happened:
Mum: What are you listening to? [Complicated Situation playing] Me: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: Ohh. Me: Have you heard of them? Mum: No, but I quite like this type of thing, harmonicas and guitars. [mimes playing both instruments] Me: Yay! So you like it? Mum: Yes, it’s a bit like what I used to listened to, not just the Rolling Stones, but Bob Dylan and stuff… Well anyway, I’m going to watch TV. Me: Okay, and don’t worry, I’ll be gone in a minute. Mum: No that’s okay, I’m not much into Dancing With The Stars, it’s just something to do.
Then she came back a few minutes later.
[Devil’s Waitin’ playing] Mum: That’s nice. But the problem is I’d really have to concentrate on the lyrics… like always. Me: Awh. Mum: But no, that’s very nice. Who is again? Me: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: Black who Club? Me:[laughs] Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Mum: It’s funny, it doesn’t sound like motor… clubs. (I think she mean’t motorcycles). They’re like [makes motorbike noises], very noisy, you know? So, since when have they been around? Me: Their first album came out around 2000 I think. Mum: Ahh, yeah… long after my time. Where are they from? Me: America. Mum: Mm! Look, Willow likes it too. [points to Willow sleeping on chair]
Eeeee! ^__^ So happy right now. I’m going to lend her Howl, which contains the two songs she commented on, and is one of my all time favourite albums ever.
Before this album BRMC played mostly punk/garage rock/grunge music, but took a folky spiritual turn for this album. I like this song because it has a timeless quality to it. For some reason I always envision the subject as a civil war soldier surveying the carnage left by the latest battle. His hope in everything he believed is gone and he feels the devil there waiting for him to follow all that is around him to hell. yet at the end of the song he speaks of his last hope, that although he has done terrible things and doesn’t believe he deserves salvation, his Lord will be there at his last day.
Out on the corner with cast iron blood Ten thousand or more with hearts on their own They say I might die, and I may be cold I may have no Jesus, I may have no soul And prison, I hear, there’s time to be good And the first thing you see, is the last thing you should.
Well I’ve seen the battles, and I’ve seen the war And the life in here, is the life I’ve been told Yeah I’ve seen the battle, and I’ve seen the war And the life out here, is the life I’ve been told.
They say there’s a path soon where I’ll stand to judge With the Devil’s a waitin’ with Christ like a son When the look comes your way, best say was I For the reasons you hold, give reasons to die The calling’s impatient when calls never won And the last one to say it may last through the flood.
Well I’ve seen the battle and I’ve seen the war And the life in here is the life I’ve been sold Yeah I’ve seen the battle and I’ve seen the war And the life out here is the life I’ve been told.
I’m born and weary but life’s just begun And I’ve roamed from the reasons and roamed to the gun They say I’m the killer and thy will be done And the doors won’t be open when I finally become.
And I’ve seen the battle and I’ve seen the war And the life out here is the life I’ve been sold Yeah I’ve seen the battle and I’ve seen the war And the life in here is the life I’ve been told.
We’re falling fast, we’ve no cares We know our Lord’s gonna meet us there We pray our Lord’s gonna meet us there We know our Lord’s gonna meet us there.
We’re falling fast but we’ve no cares We know our Lord’s gonna meet us there We pray our Lord’s gonna meet us there.