I listen to a lot of music. While I tend to steadily revolve around artsy rock with a certain twinge of anger I appreciate the occasional well-written lyric. Like him or not, Jeff Tweedy can put pen to paper. The new Wilco album (Sky Blue Sky) isn’t as forward thinking as their previous 2 efforts but it is growing on me.

Track #2 is You Are My Face. The structure of the lyrics and the use of complimentary discriptors to bring a visual element to each stanza is just so well done. It’s not the greatest song ever written, it’s not even the best example of Wilco’s work, but damn is it well done. Maybe their next album will return the Wilco who pushes boundaries but for now this will do fine.

Listen to the track on Wilco’s Website and follow along:

I remember my mother’s
sister’s husband’s brother
working in the goldmine fulltime
filling in for sunshine

filing into tight lines, ordinary beehives
the door screams, “I hate you, hate you hanging round my blue jeans”

why is there no breeze?
no currency of leaves?
no current through the water while
no feelings I can see

I trust no emotion
I believe in locomotion
That turn to rust as we discuss
though I must have let you down too many times
in the dirt and the dust

I have no idea how this happens
all my maps have been overwrote
happenstance has changed my plans so many times
my heart has been outgrown
now everybody’s feeling all alone
can’t tell you who I am
when everybody’s feeling all alone
can’t tell you who I am

I am looking forward
towards the shadows chasing bones
our face is stitched in sewing
our houses hemmed into homes

trying to be thankful
our stories fit into phones
our voices lift so easily
a gift given accidentally
when we’re not sure we’re not alone