About a girl.
NINETEEN/BECAUSE OF THE TIMES/KINGS OF LEON
"Our time as we go/We know our times will change/I talk to Jesus/Jesus he says I'm OK/Pushing and Jumping/Jumping the mountain range/Burning up railroad/Railroad from hell to Maine/Why does she say she's on her own/I'll be pacing on the phone/Taking numbers taken blame/Awful sick and tired of the game... -Kings of Leon, Track 10, Because of the Times, The Runner
Doth mine ears hear what they think they hear? Was that an introspective word on this game called love from the brothers [plus a cousin] Followill? Yes. And boy does it pop up often on disc number three, the slow burning, hushed [for KOL], sepia toned Because of the Times. Prior to this was Youth & Young Manhood, and Aha Shake Heartbreak, two discs full of cockamamie swagger and youthful excess, whiskey fueled kicks in the teeth, recounting the trials and travails of being daper Southern Fried rock and roll "gentlemen" with long hair in tight jeans, and a plethora of girls ready to latch on to any one of these kin of a preacher man night after night. But this one? This one is different. It's the morning after. It's the deep breath, the pause, that wake up call a few years later that ushers in a change of heart. The sex, the drugs, the cockamamie honky tonk walk is all fine and dandy, but it ain't the end all be all. And you hear this newfound maturity across the board on Because of the Times. Press play. Track one. BAM! First words you hear "I don't care what nobody says we're gonna have a baby." [The tone setting slow burning seven minute opener Knocked Up] Move on. Press Play. BAM! Track two "WOW! She's such a charmer!" [The Southern fried Van Halen ode to a fine looking young lady titled, -clears throat- Charmer.] Skip ahead to the end. BAM! Frontman Caleb Followill is transfixed by a hot thang in a new Camaro. No tales of an inability to get it up, or young tenderonis hanging loose from the Followill's every limb. No. The tables have turned. The boys in the band are getting older [slowly] and they know what they want. And they will chase, scream, and shout it from the rooftops til that girl in the Camaro gets the hint. It's the morning after. It's the deep breath, the pause, that wake up call a few years later that ushers in a change of heart. The sex, the drugs, the cockamamie honky tonk walk is all fine and dandy, but it ain't the end all be all.
KEY TRACKS: Knocked Up/Charmer/Ragoo
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