“I Never Came” by Josh Homme

This is one of those songs you can’t let go of. You just wanna hear it over and over again – especially if you’re a woman!

Even though you have no idea what he’s saying –

It’s that deeply sad voice of his, the organ, the guitar – all of that comes together poetically.

But do you have any idea what he’s actually saying?
I don’t.
Not yet.

Doesn’t really matter as long as you can listen to it, right?
But you’ll get to that, too.
Eventually.

And you do.
And you read the lyrics.
And they still don’t make sense.

What the fuck is he talking about!

Well you know it’s not cheerful –
It’s not like the Beatles singing, Love, love me do.

Nope.
Much darker than that.

Filled with anguish and pain, the words are sad, low feelings matched by the ephemeral voice that comes out of that soul.

He talks about fake men.
“Some men are not real men. ”
(My interpretation of the lyric.)

Lots of men are just pretend.
They ain’t men.

There you go.
He says it so much better.

Poison cup.
Drank it up.
Won’t die.

His love won’t die.
And some images are especially gruesome.

Tormented by this love –
And yet, unable to reach his love.

But words.
Ah.
The hardest to hear of all.
The most hurtful.

And then an elusive response, picked up beautifully by the organ, voices, and guitar.

I never came.

What does that mean?
You have no idea.
But maybe, as he says – or as we see – it continues to have a positive affect on others, but just as his love is unrequited, so will our thirst be unquenchable for this one, very special song.

I don’t know what to call it.
But you immediately realize that doesn’t matter once you first hear it.

It is a connection and perhaps helps get you through the next stage of your life?

It will possess visual information in addition to it’s emotional value as a connection.

Incredible.

"I Never Came" by Josh Homme

This is one of those songs you can’t let go of. You just wanna hear it over and over again – especially if you’re a woman!
Even though you have no idea what he’s saying –
It’s that deeply sad voice of his, the organ, the guitar – all of that comes together poetically.
But do you have any idea what he’s actually saying?
I don’t.
Not yet.
Doesn’t really matter as long as you can listen to it, right?
But you’ll get to that, too.
Eventually.
And you do.
And you read the lyrics.
And they still don’t make sense.
What the fuck is he talking about!
Well you know it’s not cheerful –
It’s not like the Beatles singing, Love, love me do.
Nope.
Much darker than that.
Filled with anguish and pain, the words are sad, low feelings matched by the ephemeral voice that comes out of that soul.
He talks about fake men.
“Some men are not real men. ”
(My interpretation of the lyric.)
Lots of men are just pretend.
They ain’t men.

There you go.
He says it so much better.
Poison cup.
Drank it up.
Won’t die.

His love won’t die.
And some images are especially gruesome.
Tormented by this love –
And yet, unable to reach his love.
But words.
Ah.
The hardest to hear of all.
The most hurtful.
And then an elusive response, picked up beautifully by the organ, voices, and guitar.
I never came.
What does that mean?
You have no idea.
But maybe, as he says – or as we see – it continues to have a positive affect on others, but just as his love is unrequited, so will our thirst be unquenchable for this one, very special song.
I don’t know what to call it.
But you immediately realize that doesn’t matter once you first hear it.
It is a connection and perhaps helps get you through the next stage of your life?
It will possess visual information in addition to it’s emotional value as a connection.
Incredible.

The Minor Key

Some composers are drawn to it, for example.

Beethoven is the master of this key.
I don’t know if anyone has topped his musical eloquence.

But some sure do reach notes close to it –

Josh Homme, for example.

What a heavenly and tragic voice –
Simultaneously.

Really, really sad notes, but the kind you can’t resist listening to, over and over again.

At that point –
I put it on another sphere.

That’s pretty damn close to Beethoven.

What’s Going On In My Head Right Now

While listening to Queens of the Stone Age.

I was thrilled to hear the forecast for thunderstorms last night –

I love thunderstorms.
All that electricity, oddly, make me feel better. Go figure.

So all day I spent the day in anticipation of the looming thunderstorm ahead.

I could feel myself getting excited.

Damn.
Another volt of electricity!

Aren’t we the strange ones…

The warning was clearly there. Dark clouds galloped along at their leisurely pace, but when I was once sure it would rain, I hastily predicted the storm – incorrectly.

(So much for Perception. Another tidbit to add to the file.)

Damn!
I think I just spotted some light in the sky…

So yeah.

Thunderstorms and me go well together.
Hahahaha –

Me like them.

What's Going On In My Head Right Now

While listening to Queens of the Stone Age.
I was thrilled to hear the forecast for thunderstorms last night –
I love thunderstorms.
All that electricity, oddly, make me feel better. Go figure.
So all day I spent the day in anticipation of the looming thunderstorm ahead.
I could feel myself getting excited.
Damn.
Another volt of electricity!
Aren’t we the strange ones…
The warning was clearly there. Dark clouds galloped along at their leisurely pace, but when I was once sure it would rain, I hastily predicted the storm – incorrectly.
(So much for Perception. Another tidbit to add to the file.)
Damn!
I think I just spotted some light in the sky…
So yeah.
Thunderstorms and me go well together.
Hahahaha –
Me like them.