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Anders Osborne — Dark Decatur Love
Album: Picasso's Villa
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6.3

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Released: 0
Length: 6:30
Plays (last 30 days): 3
I didn't even know your name
We made sure to be best friends
Still think about it now and then
Dark Decatur love
Fast and fading love

Christmas Eve to Mardi Gras
We slept in that abandoned car
Smoking cigarettes and drinking hard
Dark Decatur love
Tall and tainted love

I dressed up like thieves an gypsy queens
Played saxophones and violins
From Molly's bar to Dragon's Den
Dark Decatur love
Slow and silly love

Everyone used to come around
From where we stood we owned this town
We were singing on the neutral ground
Dark Decatur love
Fast and fading love

Seasons changed
But we remained
Wild boys wept
To young girl's refrain
Young girl's refrain

Chased a stripper named Blue Illinois
Had long black legs and baby oil
But she liked girls much more than boys
Tall and tainted love
Dark Decatur love

Through funerals and Halloween's
The new blood kept pourin' in
We were immigrants and charlatans
Low and lying love
Dark Decatur love

We made up our own parades
Some of them still roll today
Yeah to be ourselves was the only way
Dark Decatur love
Tall and tainted love

Jack Quigley and his only friend
Used to play down at Checkpoint's back then
Front of duck ladies and chicken men
Dark Decatur love
Fast and fading love

We spent hours in that laundromat
Quoting Beastie Boys, Faust and Lestat
That's where all the drugs were at
Dark Decatur love
Sweet and sexy love

Seasons changed
But we remained
Young boys wept
To wild girl's refrain
Young girl's refrain

Me, Irene, Mike and Boo LaCrosse
Kufaru and Coco Robicheaux
You know Decatur Street is still who we are
Dark Decatur love
Fast and fading love
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I first heard Anders Osborne here a week or so ago, there was something about his music that really intrigued me, I'm not sure if it's the unusual annunciation of his lyrics, the accent that isn't quite Southern, the shredding guitar, the odd, almost forced rhyming schemes, the tight production of a loose feeling song, I dunno but I devoured this whole album and then downloaded a bunch of his other albums. This one is my favorite, for all the reasons I attempted to name above- the other albums just didn't have those qualities, with the exception of a few songs on Peace. Anyway, thanks for the introduction, William! I don't understand the relatively low rating for this guy...
Bill’s throwing up too much great new music to keep up with in the last few weeks! Keep it coming!!