Bukowski Lyrics - Modest Mouse

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Woke up this morning and it seemed to me, that every night turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole? God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river, the crowd screamed "Sacrifice or Delivereth!" If God takes life, he's an Indian giver. So tell me now why you'll tell me never. Who would wanna be? Who would wanna be such a control freak? Well who would wanna be? Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well see what you wanna see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten, our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

Here we go!
If God controls the land and disease, and keeps a watchful eye on me, if he's really so damn mighty, well my problem is that I can't see, well who'd wanna be? Who'd wanna be such a control freak? Well who would wanna be? Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?
Well all that icing and all that cake, I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'm gonna be at your wake. You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day, when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see why every day turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole?








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Women | Reviewer: Anonymous | 10/24/10

This song is so lousy that it would have Charles Bukowski vomit straight over the singers mouth, if he was still here. God, so to speak, does obviously have more patcience with them sort of wasters...



Let It Enfold You | Reviewer: Sarah Miller | 10/10/10

I love Bukowski's poetry. And I love this song-it's a pretty good demonstrationof how life is, I think-no one wants to be "such an asshole" they just are. We change, we attempt to chage-but things never really do. It made me think of this poem-
Let It Enfold You by Charles Bukowski

either peace or happiness,
let it enfold you

when i was a young man
I felt these things were
dumb,unsophisticated.
I had bad blood,a twisted
mind, a precarious
upbringing.

I was hard as granite,I
leered at the
sun.
I trusted no man and
especially no
woman.

I was living a hell in
small rooms, I broke
things, smashed things,
walked through glass,
cursed.
I challenged everything,
was continually being
evicted, jailed, in and
out of fights, in and about
of my mind.
women were something
to screw and rail
at, I had no male
friends,

I changed jobs and
cities, I hated holidays,
babies, history,
newspapers, museums,
grandmothers,
marriage, movies,
spiders, garbagemen,
english accents,spain,
france,italy,walnuts and
the color
orange.
algebra angered me,
opera sickened me,
charlie Chaplin was a
fake
and flowers were for
pansies.

peace an happiness to me
were signs of
inferiority,
tenants of the weak
an
addled
mind.

but as I went on with
my alley fights,
my suicidal years,
my passage through
any number of
women-it gradually
began to occur to
me
that I wasn't different

from the
others, I was the same,

they were all fulsome
with hatred,
glossed over with petty
grievances,
the men I fought in
alleys had hearts of stone.
everybody was nudging,
inching, cheating for
some insignificant
advantage,
the lie was the
weapon and the
plot was
empty
darkness was the
dictator.

cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
at times.
I found moments of
peace in cheap
rooms
just staring at the
knobs of some
dresser
or listening to the
rain in the
dark.
the less i needed
the better i
felt.

maybe the other life had worn me
down.
I no longer found
glamour
in topping somebody
in conversation.
or in mounting the
body of some poor
drunken female
whose life had
slipped away into
sorrow.

I could never accept
life as it was,
i could never gobble
down all its
poisons
but there were parts,
tenuous magic parts
open for the
asking.

I re formulated
I don't know when,
date,time,all
that
but the change
occurred.
something in me
relaxed, smoothed
out.
i no longer had to
prove that i was a
man,

I didn't have to prove
anything.

I began to see things:
coffee cups lined up
behind a counter in a
cafe.
or a dog walking along
a sidewalk.
or the way the mouse
on my dresser top
stopped there
with its body,
its ears,
its nose,
it was fixed,
a bit of life
caught within itself
and its eyes looked
at me
and they were
beautiful.
then- it was
gone.

I began to feel good,
I began to feel good
in the worst situations
and there were plenty
of those.
like say, the boss
behind his desk,
he is going to have
to fire me.

I've missed too many
days.
he is dressed in a
suit, necktie, glasses,
he says, "i am going
to have to let you go"

"it's all right" i tell
him.

He must do what he
must do, he has a
wife, a house, children.
expenses, most probably
a girlfriend.

I am sorry for him
he is caught.

I walk onto the blazing
sunshine.
the whole day is
mine
temporally
anyhow.

(the whole world is at the
throat of the world,
everybody feels angry,
short-changed, cheated,
everybody is despondent,
disillusioned

I welcomed shots of
peace, tattered shards of
happiness.

I embraced that stuff
like the hottest number,
like high heels,breasts,
singing,the
works.

(don't get me wrong,
there is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all
basic problems just for
the sake of
itself-
this is a shield and a
sickness.)

The knife got near my
throat again,
I almost turned on the
gas
again
but when the good
moments arrived
again
I didn't fight them off
like an alley
adversary.
I let them take me,
i luxuriated in them,
I bade them welcome
home.
I even looked into
the mirror
once having thought
myself to be
ugly,
I now liked what
I saw,almost
handsome,yes,
a bit ripped and
ragged,
scares,lumps,
odd turns,
but all in all,
not too bad,
almost handsome,
better at least than
some of those movie
star faces
like the cheeks of
a babies
butt.

and finally I discovered
real feelings of
others,
unheralded
like lately,
like this morning,
as I was leaving,
for the track,
i saw my wife in bed,
just the
shape of
her head there
(not forgetting
centuries of the living
and the dead and
the dying,
the pyramids,
Mozart dead
but his music still
there in the
room, weeds growing,
the earth turning,
the tote board waiting for
me)
I saw the shape of my
wife's head,
she so still,
i ached for her life,
just being there
under the
covers.

i kissed her in the,
forehead,
got down the stairway,
got outside,
got into my marvelous
car,
fixed the seatbelt,
backed out the
drive.
feeling warm to
the fingertips,
down to my
foot on the gas
pedal,
I entered the world
once
more,
drove down the
hill
past the houses
full and empty
of
people,
i saw the mailman,
honked,
he waved
back
at me.

Bukowski tried. He changed. But life was bitter. Life is bitter. Who would want to be such a control freak? No one. But don't we all want to hold a little bit of our destinies in our hands?



RE: To Fisher Review | Reviewer: Anonymous | 7/11/10

Really? You condescend all the people here by saying that they have "got to be kidding," and begin talking about how it IS about God and Bukowski. Why would you then backtrack and contradict yourself by saying that it is completely relative? If it is relative you cannot tell these people that it IS about God and Bukowski.



Fisher | Reviewer: Anonymous | 4/30/10

You guys have to be kidding me...The song IS about both Charles Bukowski and God.Modest Mouse reflects on the similarities between God and Bukowski. "The Bible" (while misleading) is a "good read" , just like old Buk...But who would want to be such an asshole like God or Bukowski ??? The band could have easily written the following lyrics to the song : "Why every day turns out to be, a little more like God , and yeah i know he's a pretty god read , but who would want to be such an asshole" would have been controversial , so they took another great "read" , Buk's writings and explored the similarities , while still retaining the modesty of the song. Buk hated humanity , he never denied this ( go look up his vids ).He was a tormented soul , like most old,beat-up drunken poets are.God is possibly the most arrogant,selfish,megalomaniacal fictional character in written history , and if you study "The Bible" carefully and in an unbiased manner you will realize this fact.

That being said the song itself means different things , to different people...It's all relative when you look at it.Even if Modest Mouse told you what the song is about , it would still only be their OPINION and interpretation of their own song.A song can't have an objective meaning by default , since it was written by humans , and therefore is only the opinion of Modest Mouse , when concerning Buk



A little info | Reviewer: Chuck Bucky | 2/13/10

Bukowksi, for all his talent, really was an asshole. I watched a youtube video of him kicking his girlfriend. Mind you, he wasn't kicking to kill, but he really did kick her.
Where I'm coming from, we call guys like this assholes. Yeah, I know he was drunk, so save it. Anyway here's the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8KJiay6EI0



Not about bukowski nor is it about god | Reviewer: Anonymous | 2/9/10

This song is not about the author directly nor is it about god, it shares and contrasts the ideas of both parties, leaving us with one solid message. To put it simply Life Is a Bitch and then you die, its easy to be pessimistic, it's human nature it's too bad but there's nothing we can do about it, so just press on.



Arg. | Reviewer: Meghan | 1/25/10

Holy Shit guys. The two below me are right, look up Charles Bukowski and you will find a whole different meaning to the song. As for the whole religion argument ... who cares! Let people believe what they want to believe. The song is no less amazing because someone may or may not believe in God, it still rocks all the same. Enjoy the music; don't fight about your beliefs.



What the hell guy's? | Reviewer: Randy m | 1/16/10

The guy below me is correct, you guy's listen to there music but yet you dont understand what the song is truely talking about, read up on befor you start pointing finger's and what is with the whole "god" thing, i mean really? comon...the idea of any "god" is made up bye man, i mean think about it, anyone ever here about somthing called science? all land life started on a little place called pangia, and adventuly that life went through somthing called eviloution, it's not like science made that up, i mean how the hell else would you explain alll these bones we dug up like dino's and cavemen... and the fact remain's, why can't people keep thing's to there self? if the the guy want's to have a few setence's about "god" then let him. either ignor the fact you dont agree or stop litening to this fucking awesome band.



CHARLES | Reviewer: Anonymous | 11/3/09

i can't believe nobody has picked up on the fact this song is about the american alcoholic writer/poet Charles Bukowski. Read Ham on Rye and it will make sense that this song really isn't THAT directly about religion. and yes, great banjo part!



Mitch = D-bag | Reviewer: Anonymous | 10/29/09

Do you go around to lyrics just to preach your religion? Well not ALL religious people are "Morons" but you sure are. Haha, and I'm sure if earth was "Under the domain of Satan", things would be shittier.

The fact of the matter is, whatever religion you may be, is solely based off of where and when you were born. As Dawkings said "If you were born in India, you'd be a Hindu. If you were brought up in Denmark in the time of the Vikings, you would be believing in Wotan and Thor. If you were born in classical Greece, you'd be believing in Zeus. If you were born in central Africa you would be believing in the Great JuJu up the mountain."

So do leave your religious non-sense up your ass, where it should stay.




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