That might have been the saddest thing I read when I first got into Dear and the Headlights. The music is so great, the lyrics are crafted beautifully, the songs harmonize and resonate like an orchestra… and they were a band. They broke up in July of 2011 because what their music had become wasn’t what they started with. They were friends who decided to make a band, got it big, and went sour from within (even though their product was oh-so-sweet.) Oh, well. I could go on about what a tragedy it is, but that isn’t the point of this post. This band is another one of those You Gotta Know musicians in my repertoire.
Saintly Rows (Oh Oh)
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap
Pavement moans
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms
They swing from your lips then tie your tongue up like you asked them to
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room
There just pull your eyelids down they’re begging for your sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don’t seem so hard to make behave
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows
Single filed piled while flashing smiles network imposed
Dumbstruck and shoved oxygen snuffed then beg for embrace
Passion like cancer has a wandering eye
Caskets for hands bury your plans right next to your songs
When t-shirt vending is how you spend your time
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymelessness archaic gloom
Cover your mouth, sound trickles down and drips from your chin
Drooling vibrations in an empty room
There, just pull your eyelids down they’re begging for some sleep
Find yourself in white stairwell a trembling voice now speaks
Whirring back and forth from firework to figure eight
Now your trembling hands don’t seem so hard to make behave
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms they swing from your lips
Then tie your tongue up like you asked them to
Out come the gaunt ghosts of your thoughts
They’re shrieking in prose and breathing rhymlessness archaic gloom
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH
OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH
Sweet Talk
Oh No!
I Just Do
I hate to run without saying anything more about Dear and the Headlights, but unfortunately they do not tour, they have barely any stock left in their merch store online, and they only have a couple videos online. This is sadly the story of an amazing band cut short, but hopefully you can enjoy their music now as they would have wanted.
Next week, I’ll be reviewing Grouplove, the indie band that isn’t that indie since you know their music from the radio but they still don’t sell out concerts.
