I've mentioned before my favorite band in the world, Wilco. Jeff Tweedy is the front-man of this band, and is one of the most clever-cats I have ever had the fortune of laying my ears upon.
A poet, musician, and general well-rounded artist, recovering drug addict, Chicagoian, pizza lover... this man is my generation's Bob Dylan. I'm telling you.
Here is a live version of my favorite song, and my inspiration for the name of this blog, "Sunken Treasure," with the lyrics below, courtesy of BeMyDemon.org.
Sunken Treasure
There's rows and rows of houses
With windows painted blue
With the light from a TV
Running parallel to you
But there is no sunken treasure
Rumored to be
Wrapped inside my ribs
In a sea black with ink
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
If I had a mountain
I'd try to fold it over
If I had a boat (probably roll over)
You know I'd probably roll over (leave it on the shore)
And I leave it on the shore (leave it for somebody)
I'd leave it for somebody
Surely there's somebody
Who needs it more than me
I am so
Out of tune
With you
I am so out of tune
With you
For all the leaves will burn
In autumn fires and then return
For all the fires we burn
All will return
Music is my savior
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was maimed by rock and roll
I was tamed by rock and roll
I got my name from rock and roll