Jason Isbell — 24 Frames
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This is how you make yourself vanish into nothing
And this is how you make yourself worthy of the love that she
Gave to you back when you didn't own a beautiful thing
This is how you make yourself call your mother
And this is how you make yourself closer to your brother
And remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that's all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames
This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling
And this is how you help her when her heart stops beating
What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind
This is how you talk to her when no one else is listening
And this is how you help her when the muse goes missing
You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that's all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's sitting in a black car ready to go
You made some new friends after the show
But you'll forget their names
In 24 frames
In 24 frames
And this is how you make yourself worthy of the love that she
Gave to you back when you didn't own a beautiful thing
This is how you make yourself call your mother
And this is how you make yourself closer to your brother
And remember him back when he was small enough to help you sing
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that's all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames
This is how you see yourself floating on the ceiling
And this is how you help her when her heart stops beating
What happened to the part of you that noticed every changing wind
This is how you talk to her when no one else is listening
And this is how you help her when the muse goes missing
You vanish so she can go drowning in a dream again
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built that's all for show goes up in flames
In 24 frames
You thought God was an architect, now you know
He's sitting in a black car ready to go
You made some new friends after the show
But you'll forget their names
In 24 frames
In 24 frames
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h8rhater wrote:
Something about the duality of God: Builder (architect) & Destroyer (pipe bomb)
Probably sits better with Hindus (Brahama, Shiva) than Christians, I bet.
Something about the duality of God: Builder (architect) & Destroyer (pipe bomb)
Probably sits better with Hindus (Brahama, Shiva) than Christians, I bet.
danielh wrote:
Well...maybe more like an exploding cigar.
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow" really now?
Well...maybe more like an exploding cigar.
idiot_wind wrote:
I see the resemblance
Kind of reminds me of a male version of Kathleen Edwards.
I see the resemblance
danielh wrote:
Maybe listen to the lyrics, or read them. It says "He's something like a pipe bomb".
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow" really now?
Maybe listen to the lyrics, or read them. It says "He's something like a pipe bomb".
danielh wrote:
Sure. Just ask Job.
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
Sure. Just ask Job.
Kind of reminds me of a male version of Kathleen Edwards.
crackker8385 wrote:
This should go in the book!
Well there goes that Saturday night.
This should go in the book!
Great song by a Superb Artist.
He is a National treasure. His latest album "Reunions" is incredible, especially "Overseas."
Hope it gets added to the rotation.
Hope it gets added to the rotation.
ace-marc wrote:
Even if your characterization of my question was accurate, you have no particular room to offer that particular command, given your posting history.
more antagonistic comments towards other listeners.
comment only on the music please.
comment only on the music please.
Even if your characterization of my question was accurate, you have no particular room to offer that particular command, given your posting history.
dwhayslett wrote:
What is your question, exactly?
more antagonistic comments towards other listeners.
comment only on the music please.
What is your question, exactly?
more antagonistic comments towards other listeners.
comment only on the music please.
After Vance Joy, this sounds almost tolerable. But not quite.
danielh wrote:
Ever read the Old Testament?
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
Ever read the Old Testament?
danielh wrote:
What is your question, exactly?
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
What is your question, exactly?
westslope wrote:
Does the classification have an effect on either your rating or enjoyment of this song?
Good tune. Country-folk-rock?
Does the classification have an effect on either your rating or enjoyment of this song?
westslope wrote:
All of the above.
Good tune. Country-folk-rock?
All of the above.
Good tune. Country-folk-rock?
Makes me think of Paradise and all those that lost ... everything.
Really like Isbell. Good strong lyrics.
I was introduced to Mr. Isbell at the Calgary Folk Fest a few years back...
It was my first time at a folk fest. It was a beautiful sunny day, the festival was busy, but I couldn't believe how low energy the entire crowd was. At every stage the crowd was seated on the grass, no one was standing, no one was dancing... the only time I even heard any reaction from the crowd was during a particularly energetic performance from an unknown female artist, who was feeling so energized by the faster paced song she was playing... that she stood up from her chair!!! THE CROWD WENT MILD! The sound of clapping became audible, and there was even one, maybe two people who yelled out loud!!!
Anyway... back to Mr. Isbell. He was the headliner at the main stage at the end of the saturday night. His performance had been delayed, apparently due to some issues crossing the border, so you can imagine the audience was quite eager for him to perform once he made it on stage. I think some of them even sat up on their blankets when he came out! Mr. Isbell did not disappoint though, song after song, he nearly got a few people swaying. Then the final song... Everyone is so pumped you'd think they'd all had a cup of medium roast from Starbucks... Jason goes out on a song about a lady who dies of cancer...
Well there goes that Saturday night.
It was my first time at a folk fest. It was a beautiful sunny day, the festival was busy, but I couldn't believe how low energy the entire crowd was. At every stage the crowd was seated on the grass, no one was standing, no one was dancing... the only time I even heard any reaction from the crowd was during a particularly energetic performance from an unknown female artist, who was feeling so energized by the faster paced song she was playing... that she stood up from her chair!!! THE CROWD WENT MILD! The sound of clapping became audible, and there was even one, maybe two people who yelled out loud!!!
Anyway... back to Mr. Isbell. He was the headliner at the main stage at the end of the saturday night. His performance had been delayed, apparently due to some issues crossing the border, so you can imagine the audience was quite eager for him to perform once he made it on stage. I think some of them even sat up on their blankets when he came out! Mr. Isbell did not disappoint though, song after song, he nearly got a few people swaying. Then the final song... Everyone is so pumped you'd think they'd all had a cup of medium roast from Starbucks... Jason goes out on a song about a lady who dies of cancer...
Well there goes that Saturday night.
danielh wrote:
If you've ever been through tornadoes, hurricanes, or other acts of God you might could relate.
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
If you've ever been through tornadoes, hurricanes, or other acts of God you might could relate.
Bill, interesting that you would mention that about country music and Jason Isbell. I never thought of him as a "country artist". I was just completely taken by his lyrics and never would have put him in a category of any kind, other than an incredible songwriter. So when I did look him up and saw he was in that genre, it was a surprise. Thank you for always finding the best and most interesting music.
danielh wrote:
Something about the duality of God: Builder (architect) & Destroyer (pipe bomb)
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
Something about the duality of God: Builder (architect) & Destroyer (pipe bomb)
Bob invites those of us who don't especially like country music to give this song a listen. So I did, and sure enough, it made me realize that I still don't like most country music, and I don't like this either. PSD for me.
kimschoice wrote:
Alt-country, Americana, or just plain Southern would be better genre names for Isbell's music.
Investigated some of his other stuff — this man can write lyrics. And I have never been into "country" but this is so much a departure from "my truck ran away with my girl" that I wouldn't call it country.
Alt-country, Americana, or just plain Southern would be better genre names for Isbell's music.
Jason Isbell is the real deal...His lyrics reflect growing up poor in the Southeast and how some of us come to a gradual realization that what the teachers and preachers said wasn't true. Great song.
This song gives me music shivers.
Love Jason Isbell!
Love Jason Isbell!
"god is a pipe bomb, ready to blow"
really now?
Profoundly awful.
Wow. Short and impressive in simplicity and great lyrics.
This one's growing on me.
Lyrics about as cheerful as Leonard Cohen's. ; )
Lyrics about as cheerful as Leonard Cohen's. ; )
Seeing Isbell tonight at Austin City Limits.....2nd of 3 sold out nights !
I like most of this album but man, it is not lighthearted music!
Posted: Jan 18, 2016 13:13
S-curvy wrote:
I'm not so Country, a bit more rock'n roll.
now that is a funny reply!
S-curvy wrote:
Ick, much too Country. Please don't hit us w/ that again.
ick wrote:I'm not so Country, a bit more rock'n roll.
now that is a funny reply!
Tangosquash wrote:
Stingray, is that you?
PLEASE, this is the worst song in the playlist - everyday it is played. Pathetic, low quality Lala crap!
Stingray, is that you?
That voice...Larry Norman.
You're SO right! I never noticed the Larry Norman similarity until I read your post, and now I can't get it out of my head!
These lyrics are amazing. Really like this song.
stargazer1 wrote:
That was my first thought. Solid 7 for me.
He sounds a lot like Jackson Browne. Not that it's a bad thing.
That was my first thought. Solid 7 for me.
That voice...Larry Norman.
How ! many frames.
Tangosquash wrote:
Stingray, is that you?
PLEASE, this is the worst song in the playlist - everyday it is played. Pathetic, low quality Lala crap!
Stingray, is that you?
Growing on me. Hard to follow Southeastern but this isn't bad.
PLEASE, this is the worst song in the playlist - everyday it is played. Pathetic, low quality Lala crap!
Most of this album is too heavy for me to take in in one listen but the pop hooks in this one are nice.
This guy is legit.
The more I hear the more I like - excellent song
S-curvy wrote:
I'm not so Country, a bit more rock'n roll.
Ick, much too Country. Please don't hit us w/ that again.
I'm not so Country, a bit more rock'n roll.
Investigated some of his other stuff — this man can write lyrics. And I have never been into "country" but this is so much a departure from "my truck ran away with my girl" that I wouldn't call it country.
S-curvy wrote:
Who is "us"?
Ick, much too Country. Please don't hit us w/ that again.
Who is "us"?
Bat wrote:
It doesn't matter if film or digital, movies are still composed as 24 frames per second.
I assume that the title refers to movie film, which shoots at 24 frames per second, but are movie still shot on film? I guess he's old enough to remember.
A couple years ago Tift Merritt had a song about making mix tapes, but no one has made mix tapes in 20 years and she didn't seem old enough to use that in a song.
A couple months ago I used the term "left of the dial" with a young colleague and he had no idea what I was talking about. I had to explain that radios used to have dials and that non-commercial, college and community stations used to be clustered on the lower frequencies at the left end.
Oh man, am I ever getting old.
A couple years ago Tift Merritt had a song about making mix tapes, but no one has made mix tapes in 20 years and she didn't seem old enough to use that in a song.
A couple months ago I used the term "left of the dial" with a young colleague and he had no idea what I was talking about. I had to explain that radios used to have dials and that non-commercial, college and community stations used to be clustered on the lower frequencies at the left end.
Oh man, am I ever getting old.
It doesn't matter if film or digital, movies are still composed as 24 frames per second.
Wonderful song. jason Isbell is a treasure. More, more
I assume that the title refers to movie film, which shoots at 24 frames per second, but are movie still shot on film? I guess he's old enough to remember.
A couple years ago Tift Merritt had a song about making mix tapes, but no one has made mix tapes in 20 years and she didn't seem old enough to use that in a song.
A couple months ago I used the term "left of the dial" with a young colleague and he had no idea what I was talking about. I had to explain that radios used to have dials and that non-commercial, college and community stations used to be clustered on the lower frequencies at the left end.
Oh man, am I ever getting old.
A couple years ago Tift Merritt had a song about making mix tapes, but no one has made mix tapes in 20 years and she didn't seem old enough to use that in a song.
A couple months ago I used the term "left of the dial" with a young colleague and he had no idea what I was talking about. I had to explain that radios used to have dials and that non-commercial, college and community stations used to be clustered on the lower frequencies at the left end.
Oh man, am I ever getting old.
Heard this tune on FM radio at lunch in my car today.
That doesn't happen very often.
That doesn't happen very often.
And this is how you make someone sick of hearing a song.
He sounds a lot like Jackson Browne. Not that it's a bad thing.
Great song, great singer
this was my doorway into this wonderful album.
I thought the ceiling was built by an architect,now it's floating.
I like it. I do like it. All 24.
This and his album Southeastern have been in constant rotation when I can't stream RP.
deepwoodskev wrote:
Does he have eyebrows in person?
Saw him and his band this past summer at the Two Brothers Brewing Co. Summer Festival in Aurora, IL. Very good, though a bit on the mellow side, especially for an outdoor festival setting. Very talented band, however.
Does he have eyebrows in person?
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
S-curvy wrote:
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
S-curvy wrote:
Ick, much too Country. Please don't hit us w/ that again.
Ick, much too Country. Please don't hit us w/ that again.
Without looking up, I thought this was Jackson Browne. Very nice.
Saw him and his band this past summer at the Two Brothers Brewing Co. Summer Festival in Aurora, IL. Very good, though a bit on the mellow side, especially for an outdoor festival setting. Very talented band, however.
I just picked this album up the other day. Very good songwriting, albeit a bit on the countryish side. I especially like the last song "to a band that I loved" an ode to the Drive By Truckers
Would love to hear Cover Me Up. This guy is the real deal.
Automatic 8 for any song with "architect" in the lyrics.
He's such a great songwriter. 
Something about the duality of God: Builder (architect) & Destroyer (pipe bomb)
For me, as someone who used to be deeply religious, this verse describes the sensation that I had when I realized that my theory of the world was invalid, it is that moment when I shifted from comforting belief that I stood on a firm structure built by reliable architect to the realization that I was standing on a landmine.