twenty four

Not to take an overly narcissistic turn here, but today is your blogmaster’s 24th birthday. As it just so happens, one of my favorite bands – I’m sure you can guess who – has a song that mentions being 24, which also happens to be the only song that immediately comes to mind that sings about being 24. So, in the spirit of turning 24, I share it with you. If anyone can think of any other songs that mention being 24, please do share.

Two Gallants: “The Prodigal Son” (download)

Well, I’ve been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
I’m well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong

My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They’ll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother’s mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother’s mistake

And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I’ve tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb

Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I’ve grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me
I don’t need nobody, nobody needs me