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Counting Crows - August and Everything After
Well you got your reservations,
and you got your seven-million dollar home.
You got the number of some girl in New York City,
who’s always wide awake, so you never spend
the night
alone.
You got a nasty little habit
of peekin’ down the shirts of all the little girls
as they pass you by.
And I wonder when it all catches up to you
and they finally take you down,
are you gonna cry?
Well I already got my disease.
So take your f—kin’ filthy hands off of me.
Yeah, well, I hope you weren’t expecting to be crucified.
The best that they can do is to hang
you
from
the nearest tree.
It’s midnight in San Francisco
and I’m waiting here for Jesus on my knees.
And August and everything after,
I want somebody else to bleed for me.Say whatever you will about Counting Crows - and surely, there’s plenty to be said - but August & Everything After is a spectacular album, and this song is the best one (not) from it.
Explination. What I heard: Durtiz wrote the lyrics to it, the song somehow didn’t make the album, he then gave the only copies to his dad and a few other people. Some of the lyrics made the cover of the album, but the (seven-plus minute) song was all but forgotten by Duritz since then. Someone got to him before a concert a few years ago with a copy of the lyrics that she’d recieved in a very roundabout way, apparently. Duritz rehearsed the song once before the show, and played it as the encore for the first time in over ten years. They ended up putting out the low-grade soundboard recording on a single, as something they realized they had to release.
It might be the best song he’s ever written/performed; it’s easily my favorite. Funny how that works. Especially when you have sorority girls screaming “happy birthday” to their friend in the front row, on the recording, in the middle of the song. Classic.
Full lyric here.
