Farkin' hurl!

Satt just och slängde in lite själsligt balsam i min "Hot Stew" playlist (namn: lamt, innehåll: ljufdt) i iTunes när jag råkade passera Drive-By Truckers sektionen, tryckte igång* "A Blessing and a Curse" plattan och blev återigen påmind om deras genialitet. Jävla Cooley att skriva smågoa texter som:

"So I'll meet you at the bottom if there really is one
They always told me when you hit it you'll know it
But I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floating"

["Gravity's Gone"]

...eller Hood att skriva hjärtskärande shit som:

"On the day that she was buried
Her Daddy stood out by the cemetery fence
Prayed to God for forgiveness
For surely all of this is punishment for my sins

They put her in the family garden
Said you could hear his heart breaking miles away
All the men pitched in and bought a marble angel
To mark the piece of land where little Bonnie lay

My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
So her Mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such
She'd read her stories about little girls and magic powers
That would never let a pretty angel hurt

Her Mama's always been a beauty
She's still beautiful to this very day
But they say Bonnie's crystal eyes put the stars to shame
Maybe heaven needed Bonnie's face

My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
A swollen angel who never would complain
She'd read her stories about little girls and princesses
Whose Daddy's don't feel punished for what heaven takes away

Little Bonnie never married
Little Bonnie never even made it four
But I grew up in her presence
Even though she was gone before I'z born
Even though she was gone before I'z born"

["Little Bonnie"]

Blev ju bara att klappa till sig själv upside the head och lägga in en order på nya plattan. Vafan, håller jag på med liksom? Sitter och pillar mig i naveln och flummar när det finns nytt mä Truckers ute. Dayum!

* Fan, det går inte ens att skriva om kringföreteelserna runt musik i datafilsformat utan att det låter semi-retarded! "Tryckte igång" wtf!?