From the beginning, Mother’s Mistakes sought urgently to exorcise demons–of whatever type–that chattered in the artists’ ears. “Elegy”, from the groups self-titled album, is a song about racing against time.
“You know that birds, they only fly away It’s a matter of perspective indefinite Time moves in a linear fashion But the human condition moves infinite
You and I, we have but little time before it’s all over And our stabilities are all abstract We can’t afford to stoke idle hearts And regret after the fact”
Noah and the Chilly Boys managed to acquire enough aluminum foil and LEDs to realize their dream of creating a music video that perfectly fits the tone of their debut single. As a team of five “adults”, it can be difficult to manage the hurdles that come along with time management, teamwork, and creative collaboration. It’s nice to see that they’re not afraid to poke fun at themselves and have a good time along the way.
On this day in 1919, a 30-foot-high, 2.3 million gallon sugary tsunami of death unleashed its fury on the streets of Boston. 21 people died, and many more were injured.
This real-life molasses disaster is the subject of a song named after it, by metal band Outnumber the Living.
Listen on YouTube, Spotify, or Bandcamp (lyrics follow):
Spotify: Outnumber the Living – The Molasses Massacre of 1919
Bandcamp: Outnumber the Living – The Molasses Massacre of 1919
Our greed had gone too far So by some act of fate With a banshee’s groan The tower collapsed and sweet death spilled forth
The slow rush of inevitable disaster A crawling mass Consuming and suffocating Trees uprooted Our strongest towers toppled Overwhelming in a tidal wave of childhood dreams
Everything I had to give is now Lost in the flood The enchantment of being entombed By a sweet embrace Is too hard to resist
Caught up in rapture None can turn away Then it’s upon you Now a writhing mass of syrup and the dying
A piece of cake, you’d say Such a thing could be outrun
It keeps holding on It keeps holding on It keeps ahold It’s everything we are
It has my legs But it will never have The love I share with you
It’s otherworldly Some alien presence Has chosen its time To feast
Everything I had to give is now Lost in the flood The enchantment of being entombed By a sweet embrace Is too hard to resist
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