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Friday, July 10, 2009

Mountain Goats appreciation month #11

This is one of John Darnielle's newer songs from the 2008 album "Heretic Pride". I like it for its sound and the chorus lyrics (you should really listen to it). If you take the story it tells then it's about the death of Michael Myers in "Halloween II" and/or the actor playing it. (John has this fascination among other things with horror movies and monsters.)
JB says the song is arguably "about a negative epiphany arrived at through the glory of progressive trance." I like that.

Michael Myers Resplendent


I am ready for my close up today
Too long I've let my self-respect stand in my way
Well the prom queen's caught in the high beams
And the strings keen it's a big scene

But when the house goes up in flames
No one emerges triumphantly from it
When the scum begins to circle the drain
Everybody loves a winner

I spent eight hours in my make-up chair
Waxed my chest and shaved off all my hair
Well the fire's bright and the frame's tight
Try to get right while we've still got light

But when the house goes up in flames
No one emerges triumphantly from it
When the scum begins to circle the drain
Everybody loves a winner