Paris (Sunday’s Best)

‘Paris’ by Grandpa was a Lion   (September 16, 2011)

‘Paris’, my favorite song off the latest GWAL album, is a memory jolt from a poet beginning each line with “Paris, you are…”.  The continued metaphorical path is a rewarding one, filled with satisfying musical entrances and exits designed to whet the palette.  What’s a song without a poet behind it?  ‘Paris’ not only correctly (and intimately) assesses a lyrical want, but puts the same care into its instrumentation as well (however sparse).

“the books we burned together
my morning whiskey bones
just a pretty voice now on the other end of the telephone ”



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