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“I think this could turn out fine if I’d shut up and let things be okay”

In vinyl on Saturday, 31 August, 2013 at 13:47


Song: Stall
Artist: Sarge
Album: The Glass Intact

Truth, or what? Kicker is, the music then drops out to and our heroine is left to clearly confess, that, nonetheless, “I fought back while we laid in his bed.” Man, is Elizabeth Elmore awesome, or what? Way to make a first impression on the first cut of the album. And I haven’t even mentioned the hooks, or the mini-solo at the very end. I’ve loved this song for almost fourteen years now, and my love burns no less. Self-awareness without moping, I just get geeky about that. It’s not terribly sexy, nor does it sell, to be clear-minded and honest and admit how flawed and conflicted you are, but this is a perfect example of everything she and Sarge did right. People always say honesty is a virtue, but rarely care to cut through all the b.s.

I always think of the Salon.com review of this band that I somehow stumbled across– I’ve never read that site otherwise– that got me interested, and articulated all this perfectly. There were two reviews, but only this one is still up. (The one for The Glass Intact is gone, boo.) The article opens, “…At a time when I had no use for anything that didn’t communicate directly, Charcoal [the band’s first album] sounded as if it were made by people who had no patience for anything else.” It’s not just that I agree, but between that opening, and the concluding paragraph, it’s well-structured and well-written. Better than I could say here.

I remember this song having lots of memorable lines, but forgot how front-to-back astute and no-nonsense it is. If anyone’s making bones about who and how they are, it ain’t Elizabeth. Good for her.

“6 months at bay and we wrecked the porch, then kissed at dark, we crossed the line
Where it was blurred, not sure it’s smart
‘Cause I’m not the angel that he wishes I could be
For all my storms, all words escape me every time he looks at me

And I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say
‘Til I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay
Anticipation killed me nightly
He slept soundly while I laid awake
‘Til it was more than I could take

6 spun the but I was too afraid to try, I’ve been with lots of boys
And they screwed me up so I learned to lie
But he plays me records, gets me home safe late at night
He kissed me one too many times, but still this boy
He couldn’t see the light

But I hated the way we talked as if there was nothing really important to say
‘Til I noticed how he stuck around every time I wished he would stay
I think this could turn out fine
If I’d shut up and let things be okay
But I fought back while we laid in his bed

And I worry about the line between his and mine and what the boys will say
When I finally gave him up and walked away, he started following
This is harder than I ever thought it’d be
So tell me will I pay
For the smack that left me safe

So let’s stay in bed all day and pray things will die okay”