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"Coals"
(written by Kristin Hersh)
Shrug off this wretched event
Stoic, detatched, you relent
You wonder why
We crash but don't land
How a purring engine sputters
Like these coals that never cooled
Why we crash but don't land
You heated even the mist
Around this mossy existence
We never found
Cold, gray, calm, dead
It's how a purring engine sputters
Like these coals that never cooled
Why we crash but don't land
A ramble, a rant
A ramble, a rant
A fairytale
Remorseless and serene
It's how a purring engine sputters
Like these coals that never cooled
Why we crash but don't land
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CASH Music
APPEARS ON: - Crooked, 2010
WORDS FROM KRISTIN: - "Coughing engines, hot coals, mid-air explosions and all the other alive,
inanimate happenings that press into existence...plus a buttload of tambourine (Bob Mould: "When in doubt, tambourine!") After the frenetic intro, the bass becomes the star of the show, settling
the song into its long-winded pocket. "Coals" demanded an extremely standard treatment: build the verses at the midway point,
chorus must be anthemic (of all things) and come at the usual time (of all things), beefed up by creepy old distorted bass
and organ and then, of course, allow a French film score from the sixties to guest star on the bridge, for some reason. My favorite sound in the song, though, is the diminutive lead guitar. Crunchy
yet sinewy, murmuring not unpleasantly throughout, then bursting into tiny song at the end...more a ramble than a rant, a
sputtering little engine that could. Love, Kristin"
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