Some of the quoted lines give you a sense of Berman’s talent. David Berman dead: remembering the Silver Jews singer-songwriter and poet’s best lyrics.
Saw Silver Jews at the Henry Fonda theater in like 2007. Good stuff.
American Water is one of the best albums of the last 20 (well, 21) years.
Smith and Jones Forever
Are you honest when no one’s looking?
Can you summon honey from a telephone?
They sat there with their hooks in the water
And their mustaches caked with airplane glue
O come let us adore them
California overboard
When the sun sets on the ghetto all the broken stuff gets cold
[Chorus]
Smith and Jones forever!
Smith and Jones forever!
Smith and Jones forever, together forever and ever
Build a stage for Autumn’s bitch
They walk the alleys in duct tape shoes
They see the things they need through the windows of a hatchback
The alleys are the footnotes of the avenues
O come let us adore them
California overboard
Holding up their trousers with extension cords
[Chorus]
Smith and Jones forever!
Smith and Jones forever!
Smith and Jones forever, together forever and ever
I’ve got two tickets to a midnight execution
We’ll hitchhike our way from Odessa to Houston
And when they turn on the chair
Something’s added to the air
When they turn on the chair
Something’s added to the air forever
People
Moments can be monuments to you
If your life is interesting and true
It’s just the same for a man or a girl
The meaning of the world lies outside the world
People love people and they understand
If you want to renovate your background mind
A federal woman needs a municipal man
People gotta synchronize to animal time
You can’t change the feeling but you can change your feeling about the feelings in a second or two
People always come around
I’m studying the ceiling on a little afternoon and when I paint my dining room
People gonna come around
I love to see a rainbow from a garden hose
Lit up like the blood of a centerfold
I love the city and the city rain
Suburban kids with Biblical names
People ask people to watch their scotch
People send people up to the moon
When they return, well, there isn’t much
People be careful not to crest too soon
The drums march along at the clip of an IV drip
Like sparks from a muffler dragged down the strip
I really hope you’ll come around
It’s sunny and 75, it feels so good to be alive,
Come on, baby, don’t stay inside
Everybody’s coming out tonight
Deeper thinker and better writer than Dylan imo.