Song of the Day #1,733: ‘Two Fingers’ – Jake Bugg

jake_buggOne of the reasons that I haven’t discovered a whole lot of new music in recent years is that I haven’t gone out of my way to try.

Being a good fan of movies, music, television, books, sports — you name it — takes commitment. When I was a younger, less busy, man I would watch more than a hundred movies a year. Few acclaimed indie or foreign releases would get past me.

These days I get to a few dozen movies per year, the ones I pinpoint early on as necessary. If I’m lucky I’ll catch some of the rest on DVD.

I do a lot better with TV, in large part because TV has become, on the whole, better than movies. Breaking Bad, Mad Men and Justified top anything I’ve seen on the big screen in the past five years. I wouldn’t miss a single hour of any of those shows, nor a handful of others.

When it comes to music, I’ve been a bit of a slacker. I tend to seek out new artists in batches — doing a little research and then springing for a handful of albums by up-and-coming artists to see which ones might stick. But I haven’t done that in a while.

Over the next couple of weeks I’m going to feature songs by artists I’ve seen recommended by critics and bloggers I usually trust. Maybe some of these will be worth investigating further.

First up is Jake Bugg, a mousy little Brit who seems to have arrived in a time machine. He’s got a Bob Dylan crossed with The Beatles thing going on, and I’m not quite sure if it’s more than a gimmick. I’m reminded a bit of Dan Bern, whose debut album was smart and catchy but so much like Dylan that it came across as impersonation rather than inspiration.

Bugg isn’t quite in that territory but neither does he seem authentic, at least based on the couple of songs I’ve heard. I’ll keep my ears open, though, in case he surprises me.

I drink to remember, I smoke to forget
Some things to be proud of, some stuff to regret
Been down some dark alleys in my own head
Something is changing, changing, changing

I go back to Clifton to see my old friends
The best people I could ever have met
Skin up a fat one, hide from the Feds
Something is changing, changing, changing

So I kiss goodbye to every little ounce of pain
Light a cigarette and wish the world away
I got out, I got out, I’m alive and I’m here to stay
So I hold two fingers up to yesterday
Light a cigarette and smoke it all away
I got out, I got out, I’m alive and I’m here to stay

Down in the kitchen, drinking white lightning
He’s with my momma, yelling and fighting
It’s not the first time praying for silence
Something is changing, changing, changing

So I kiss goodbye to every little ounce of pain
Light a cigarette and wish the world away
I got out, I got out, I’m alive and I’m here to stay
So I hold two fingers up to yesterday
Light a cigarette and smoke it all away
I got out, I got out, I’m alive and I’m here to stay

There’s a story for every corner of this place
Running so hard you got out but your knees got grazed
I’m an old dog but I learned some new tricks yeah

So I kiss goodbye to every little ounce of pain
Light a cigarette and wish the world away
I got out I got out I’m alive and I’m here to stay
So I hold two fingers up to yesterday
Light a cigarette and smoke it all away
I got out I got out I’m alive and I’m here to stay

Hey, hey it’s fine
Hey, hey it’s fine
Hey, hey it’s fine
I left it behind

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One thought on “Song of the Day #1,733: ‘Two Fingers’ – Jake Bugg

  1. Dana says:

    Well, if you are going to imitate musical styles, you could do a lot worse than Dylan and the Beatles. The Beatles influence here is apparent, yet I find the song fresh and enjoyable.

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