The Fugitives lyrics = love

The Fugitives are the shit…period.

That’s it, that’s all. This band is absolutely amazing, and while there are few bands or musical acts that fly under my constructive-criticism-radar, the Fugitives are lucky enough to make the cut. Beyond other reasons, the Fugitives deserve the title of God’s-gift-to-new-wave-folk because they are lyrical Geniuses. I find a lot of artists in the indie movement, whether folk or not, have lyrics chalked full of metaphors that don’t make sense and/or words that sound good to music but don’t stand up without the beat…and frankly I’m sick of it.

The Fugitives lyrics are breathtaking when accompanied by an accordian, piano and accoustic guitar but also hold up simply as spoken word (no beat neccessary). The only way I can really describe the genuis of their lyrics is to quote a little (and quote a few others in contrast to really show them off):

The Fugitives: ”We built our dreams into an airport/ but couldn’t fly away ourselves/ because we’d covered the runways with bookshelves/ when we became too afriad to face/ traveling to the far corners of our imaginations/ and realizing the book was better in the first place.” (prairie eyes)

Immaculate Machine (who I love with all my heart, but just don’t compare lyrically speaking): “hear it over half-cut hedges/ spend too much on cheap umbrellas/ bought from our heroes/ maps won’t show us where we’re going/ all they are is just the boring facts/ relax.” (dear confessor)

The Fugitives: “I come to you in quietness/ and watch the day trail streamers/ like creases down your eyes/ and the whys and whens of what happens/ if time is passing/ are only a good thing/ your lips on and under my neck/ brightening like children’s lamps/ turned on in the dark/ they light sweet nostalgic kisses down my throat/ and yes/ they go down honest as the sunset/ spread like a blanket for the moon/ we sit and watch together/ as the whole world glows like a bedroom.” (french tatoo)

Crystal Castles: “broken tramp have you seen her/  I tried to love but now ill beat her/H….E…..R….P…..E….S…i can smell them through her dress/ your daddys wrong mother knows best/ she’s the one who brings me to life/ when i stab her with my hunting knife/broken tramp have you seen her/ i tried to love but now i’ve beat her.” (mother knows best…super creepy by the way.)

The Fugitives: ” I grew up amidst stained glass; I gave grave for my daily bread/ I’m a man who’s accustomed to worship/ so I want to worship you now/ to kneel before your body and rave into your flesh/ the repentant oaths of wicked men who aspire to rapture/ to shed tears that would make garlands against your skin/ to grant you a kiss fit for the king’s ring/ so I moved into your house, and I eat out of your pantry/ and every night I smell your hair, and listen to the street.” (french tatoo)

 Aaron Carter: Then walked in/ The girl I’m crushin’/ And the kid spilled juice/ On my Mom’s new cushion. (Aaron’s party)

The Fugitives: “the scientists may well be God’s architects/ but their next discovery will be that the grand plan/ has been hidden in the pages/ of another religion’s holy books/ everywhere we look there is proof that life/ is just a bedtime story/ told to use by world weary journalists/ who sacrifice the truth for a gist/ that’s just a little more gory.” (headlines)

So the moral of the story is that if you want to listen to a mixture of spoken word, folk and hip hop in one breathtaking package, check out the Fugtivies ASAP (and if you’re not into folk, or hip hop, or spoken word — which is hard to believe — it’s worth it to check out their lyrics solo from their music). If you want to hear someone rhyme crushin’ with cusion…the Fugitives are probably not the band for you.

Happy Listening

kyr

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