The Weakerthans

[SkeeK]

Has anyone else heard of these guys? I like them.

I'm standing on this corner. Can't get their attention. Facing rush hour faces turned around. I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest, then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground. I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight, and waiting for a winter to be done. Why do I still see you in every mirrored window, in all that I could never overcome? How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you. How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands. How movements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath. How causes dance away from me. I am your pamphleteer. I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner, contemplate my next communique. The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you. Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay." Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one*" like me remembering the way it could have been. Help me with this barricade. No surrender. No defeat. A spectre's haunting Albert Street. I am your pamphleteer.

 

[Angela Harlem]

huh?

 

[SkeeK]

They are a Canadian band. they have a homepage at www.theweakerthans.com

 

[Zoomerang96]

to be more precise, theyre a winnipeg band. people in my town are good friends with them, as the city is only an hour away. the weakerthens, or i believe the singer at least was in propagandhi back in the day. theyre similiar, well at least prop. was, to rage against the machine in their policital views and the way they present them in their songs.

i have heard none of their songs though.

 

[SkeeK]

Woah boy! The singer was indeed from Propagandhi, who was a very hard rocking political punk band. BUT The Weakerthans sound NOTHING like Propagandhi.. many of their songs are very mellow, songs full of longing and sadness, very brilliant imo.

Check these lyrics out:

We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words, to meet and to define and to... but you must know the same games that we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last, and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too. The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows, and my voice will scratch to yell many more, but before I spill the things I mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty; crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.




[This message has been edited by SkeeK (edited 02-03-2002).]

 

[Zoomerang96]

yup, i know theyre much mellower, but i believe i said prop was much heavier. weakers lyrics are indeed good.

 

[SkeeK]

Originally posted by Zoomerang96:
i have heard none of their songs though.

I suggest you give 'em a try... maybe Pamphleteer, Left and Leaving, Fallow, None of the Above are reeeeally great. Of course I like all their songs these days.