"Sky Blue Sky"

Sky Blue Sky is a good CD but I think Wilco should consider renaming their band to something more catchy. I like some of their songs but I would prefer to read their lyrics than hear them. The lyrics are catchy and have a lot of metaphors and similies that make you think and ponder more than just one interpertation which makes me wonder why their name couldn't be just as clever. On the other hand they are very mellow and soft which makes this music very easy to fall asleep to or enjoy when you're in a happy, peaceful, and dreamy mood. Although, I find that each song is about the writers desperation to let go but then 5 seconds later he's talking about holding on. His message and thought is kind of confusing because he is always contradicting his self. But then again, I couldn't find a person who doesn't do that everyday. These guys also sound a lot like The Get Up Kids in a few songs.

Wilco would be a lot better if they switched up the song beats a little more and maybe even used the whammy bar. SYKE! This kind of music can only be listened to in moderation in hopes of not getting a migrane because every song sounds the same and is about the same idea. It's very relatable though and the only songs on here that I would want to listen to more than once in one setting would be 'walken' and 'sky blue sky' because i enjoy the message of the song. He believes that if only the sky was blue he would be happier, although, he knows it won't solve the problems he might have but it might give him a little bit of hope. All in all.. it's an OK band and CD.

"A Hunger Artist"

He sat in his steel cage lined in straw everyday to be spectated by the village people. He, was called the hunger artist, day in and out he would fast while people watched him as if he were the modern day television. People would gain pleasure from observing him and would go to the extent of watching him all hours of the night to make sure he wasn't to eat. The only thing to enter his mouth was a sip of water even though spectators would try to persuade this artist to eat. Although, eating was the last thought in his mind for he could only concentrate on the ticking of the clock in his enclosure. The artist would tell stories of his journeys and sing songs to prove to his listeners that he wasn't eating or sneaking food, but they ignorantly believed that he was singing and eating simultaniously.

After fourty days slowly pass the artist is brought to a ring where people gather and pay to watch the artist eat. He is spoonfed as the crowd cheers and the ladies cry to add to the intensity of his performance. No one understands why he choses to eat when he can go longer, but once he's finished eating the trend fades and everyone forgets about the passion of the hunger artist. He waits again to fast and this time hopes to do so even longer to help promote his art. Although, this causes the decline of his popularity and leads to his death. He is buried by the circus workers and is replaced by a prowling panther- the new entertainment of the town.

Bowl of Oranges

"Bowl Of Oranges" by Bright Eyes

The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.But everything seemed different and completely new to me.The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you{that} you can't do for yourself."He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.That is why I'm singing...Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you companythrough those days so long and black.And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.Then I think we would see the beauty.Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.