The album in question is Courtney Barnett’s Sometimes I Sit and Think, Sometimes I Just Sit, and its first four songs have all been good to great. Let’s see if she can close out the week on a high note, with track #5, titled ‘Depreston.’
I haven’t heard a note yet, but lyrically this is already the best of the bunch. It’s about a couple moving to the suburbs and looking at a home left behind by a woman who recently died. The narrator oscillates between seeing it as a piece of real estate and somebody’s home.
Now, to listen.
Ooh, another departure. A few songs back, I wondered if the whole album would have the same punk vibe of the first two songs and that has turned out to not be the case at all. The previous track was a bluesy epic, and this one is gentle and acoustic.
This album keeps getting better. I’m looking forward to next week.
You said, “we should look out further,” I guess it wouldn’t hurt us
We don’t have to be around all these coffee shops
Now we’ve got that percolator, never made a latte greater
I’m saving twenty three dollars a week
We drive to a house in Preston, we see police arrestin’
A man with his hand in a bag
How’s that for first impressions? This place seems depressing
It’s a Californian bungalow in a cul-de-sac
It’s got a lovely garden, a garage for two cars to park in
Or a lot of room for storage if you’ve just got one
And it’s going pretty cheap you say, well it’s a deceased estate
Aren’t the pressed metal ceilings great?
Then I see the handrail in the shower, a collection of those canisters for coffee tea and flour
And a photo of a young man in a van in Vietnam
And I can’t think of floorboards anymore, whether the front room faces south or north
And I wonder what she bought it for
If you’ve got a spare half a million
You could knock it down and start rebuildin’