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:POP DEPRESSION SOUL FOOD SONGS 2005

At the end of 2004. I introduced a new section on the popdepression.com - called "Soul Food" and my aim was to gather my friends and calleagues and let them talk about some "special" songs (to them) from the previous year.

A year later, this section is "alive" again, and for this occasion I asked for their contribution: Steve Wynn, Robert Fisher, Jason Molina, Oto Oltvanji, Žikica Simić, Ken Stringfellow, Svetlana Đolović, Gordan Paunović, Aleksandra Nikšić, Dragan Ambrozić, Slobodan Vujanović/Freedom, Goran Tarlać, Dario Stajić, Moma Rajin, Miloš Ivanović Kepa & Aleksandar Lazarević.

Thank you all for the time you "lost" writing this articles and I hope that one day I will be able to return the favour...

TEKSTOVI NA SRPSKOM

Steve Wynn
BECK "QUE ONDA GUERO"
[Guero_Geffen]

I love this song. It's my favorite song of the year. I played this song in my apartment, in my headphones, in vans, walking down the street and on subways more than any song this year.

There are so many reasons that I love this song. It grooves like a motherfucker. It makes something so accomplished seem so easy. It's hilarious. It cracks me up when that one voice jumps out in the middle and lets you know that "I'm taking a ceramics class."

It was a nostalgic turn (for the early 90s! Can you really be nostalgic for something that happened 15 years ago?) that didn't seem gratuitous or hollow. It was a great song on an amazing record by an artist who seems almost underrated or taken for granted at this point.

But, most of all, I loved this song becasuse it sounded like where I'm from. It felt like walking down the street in Silverlake, Los Angeles. And even though I'm happy to live in New York, I'm still a California man at heart and it's nice to have a little bit of my hometown pumping into my ears now and then.

Robert Fisher
SOUTH SAN GABRIEL "CHARRED RESENTMENT THE SAME"
[Carlton Chronicles: Not Until the Operation’s Through_Misra Records]

This is the first song on the Carlton Chronicles, the remarkable storyline record from South San Gabriel.

The song is mysterious, elegant, and delicately carved out of the air in such a way that I keep returning to it time and time again.

Jason Molina
JOHNNY CASH "LET THE LOWER LIGHTS BE BURNING"
[Unearthed Box Set, Sony]

This year I have been looking deeper into an old song that I used to hear in West Virginia. I was never eager to head off to church, but there was something so beautiful about the simple songs that we would sing there that I found myself looking forward to them. I have been a lifelong fan of Johnny Cash. I've even played in the parking lot of a Johnny Cash show trying to make enough money to get into the show. With a new movie out and the continuous re-issues and rare Cash tracks coming out now, I have found that many of the songs, and one particular one that I used to sing when I was much younger, have been recorded by Cash, and somehow seemed to miss being given the attention they deserve.

For "Soul Food" I offer up a beautiful one: "Let the lower lights be burning". This is a short and powerful gospel song that I have great memories of, the images seemed to exactly speak to me somehow, in a way that I think all good poetry or all good folk art only can. Cash recorded this song twice that I know of, the first time for Columbia Records soon after he left Sun. The second is a fantasticl acoustic version of it, appearing on vol. 4 of the Unearthed set.

I'll begin with he early version, a mysterious and relatively disturbing arrangement. There is a church organ, piano, guitars, country style choir, and deeply buried in the mix the barely audible characteristic shuffle beat associated forever with Cash. In this version it truely is a struggle for it to work itself into the strict studio treatment, but this creates a tension in the song that I have come to appreciate. The heavily poetic yet simple message of the song somehow carries through, especially with this decidedly un-gospel use of all of these supposed gospel elements, especially the organ and the choir.

Then, perhaps thirty years later, he returns to this song with Rick Rubin and just his guitar. The song has clearly never been far from John's thinking, and hearing it done with so much measured care, so much attention given to the nearly symbolist lyrics is a wonderful gift. To hear the journey of this song from Nashville's version of gospel music, to the final, well crafted song with the man and his guitar only, has been something I have learned a lot from this year. The lyrics have a dual life as well, based I think on something from the Book of Matthew. But the image of a ship that is lost can be understood by nearly every human. And the idea of a soul being carried along in life in a boat of some kind is as ancient as the stars.

The song is credited to P. Bliss, and I include lyrics here as they appear in Heavenly Highway Hymns, no. 299. I think it is very interesting that the third verse was only included on the version that he recorded with Rubin. It seems to hold a special weight all those years later...

Ken Stringfellow
THE ALTERNATIVE CHAMPS "SWIMMING IN A POOL"
[Welcome To Fort Awesome_Mo Risen Records]

A song that brings a huge smile to my face every time I hear it...I first heard it last year on some random compilation that i got...god knows where...but it wasn't included on an album until this year and I've played it for so many people this year it's been a big part of my life in 2005! the song is called 'Swimming In A Pool' by the Alternative Champs. It's on their album 'Welcome to Fort Awesome'... you can download this song from Itunes...anyway...what can I say...that it be funky--true; but who are these guys? Young? Old? Brothers? Honkies? Are they kidding? Are they sincere? I never really want to know--I just dial this song up again, and again, and again. And I keep smiling. Enjoy!

BECK "Que Onda Guero"
Qua onda jose? Qua onda jose?
See the vegetable man
In the vegetable van With a horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band In the middle of the street
People gather around
Put the dollar-dollar-dollar in the can
Ay wey!, que onda?
Tj cowboys hang around
Sleeping in the sidewalk
With a burger king crown
Never wake 'em up Mas cerveza
Til the rooster crows Vatos de gallos
Qua onda gaero? Qua onda gaero?
Qua onda gaero? Qua onda gaero?

Mondo broncos roll with crowbars
Chingling rancheros on cheap guitars
Abuelitas with plastic bags
Walking to the church with the spanish candles
Daily borracho says 'ique putas!'
Andale, joto, your popsicle is melting
Run better run, da doo run run
Mara salvatrucha in the midnight sun
Gaero, where are you going? Qua onda guero?
Gaero, where are you going? Qua onda gaero?

Rampart boys with loaded rifles
Guatemalan soccer ball instant replays
Mango ladies, vendedores
And a busstop singer
Banda macho chorus
Qua onda gaero? A donde vayas
Qua onda gaero? A donde vayas

ay donde encontrastes ese? En un hoyo
Alla en la en pico
Hey vamos a jugar futbol aha en el griffith park
La pico and vermont
La locura
Yeah now I'm going to lacc
I'm taking a ceramics class
See the vegetable man
James joyce
Michael bolton
Qua onda gaero, where are you going?
Qua onda gaero, where are you going?

Hey what's up gaero?
"you doing pushups?"
No te veo gaero!
El gaero!
Que pasa
Otra vero gaero
I dunno I saw a puppet at tang's
With a mullet and a popsicle.

Hey gaero
Que locura!
Chico

Hey gaero
Yeah bro?
Hehehe, footlong?

Let's go to cap'n cork.

SOUTH SAN GABRIEL "Charred Resentment the Same"
My secret lust will now be publicized, I wish to tell you my wish
You in the air with your fluff and stink, I think I want nothing more

And I can see you here/there from the ground, that stupid bliss in your eye
I’ll wait ‘cause I know you’re coming down, then things will change

Things will change for my better
And things will change to your blackest dreams
I will know from your feathers decorating my teeth

My envy for such ability is charred resentment the same
All in the guise of some passiveness, but you mistake…

My slavery to this gravity, your migratorial skills
You laugh from bows, wires and chimney, but things will change

Things will change for my pleasure
And things will change to your darkest fear
I will know from your feathers decorating my fair dreams

You and your pompous-like circumstance (are) like shoehorns right down my throat
This daily strain of hostility is your mistake

For I will wait here patiently, my body low to the ground
With my new, patented surgery things will change

Things will change in my belly
And things will change with your vertebrae
I will know from your feathers decorating my fair dreams

JOHNNY CASH "Let the lower lights be burning"
1. Brightly beams our father's mercy
from his lighthouse evermore
but to us he gives the keeping
of the light along the shore
chorus
let the lower lights be burning
send a gleam across the way
some poor, fainting, struggling seaman
you may rescue, you may save

2. Dark the night of sin has settled
Loud the angry billows roar
Eager eyes are watching, longing,
For the lights a long the shore.
chorus

3. Trim your feeble lamp, my brother,
some poor sailor tempest tossed
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost