Oasis, an excerpt
(Off the inside back cover of What’s the Story Morning Glory?)
Someone slipped on a cassette... it was cool because as the music filled the shadows, you heard a sound that was a million miles away from fakery and a step away from your heart.
Just like it always did, this sound puts the swagger back into your step, the rush into your blood but somehow, and I don’t know how, they had become deeper, wider, soulful, better at their craft, inspired by so many things like a world that is tilting who knows where and the applause they always knew was theirs but waited so impatiently to receive. Words cut you from all angles, backed up by a monumental sound that rises high, higher and higher to crash against your rocks then changes, majestically and magically to soothe the wounds inside.
As you are dragged inside on this trip...you hear the clink of loose change that is never enough to buy want you need, boredom and poverty, hours spent with a burnt out guitar, dirty pubs and cracked up pavements, violence and love, all rolled up in one, and now all this.
At the end you flip over and start again because now you are not isolated. High above the day turns pink and you feel your feet life above the ground as new roads open up in front of you. In this town the jury is always rigged but the people know. They always know the truth. Believe. Belief. Beyond. Their morning glory.
Posted by Amanda at December 12, 2003 10:38 PM
