Bodegas and Blood by Butch Walker and The Black Widows

I re-listened to this song back in December of 2012 and discovered this song. It was also opportune that I downloaded a copy of Butch Walker's visit to the Daryl Hall's web show Live at Daryl's House. I actually didn't realize the Daryl in the title of the show was THE Daryl Hall from Hall and Oates. 

Butch Walker's song is always fun. Somehow I'm just able to relate to his music, similar to how I relate probably to Paul Westerberg's. They are both genius in my opinion.

Walking into a bodega while she's cleaning out her nose
Stuck here in Kenmare Square without a place to go
And it's a beautiful day
And she's a beautiful face
And she'll be fine

 
And the car wash water oozes down the sidewalk city street
Runs like the flow of blood from her legs 

down to the bathroom sink
And as she looks at the street
And then she looks at her feet
And she is fine
So it seems
Yeah
And it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me
And Mr. Harris runs the consignment store where she likes to get her jeans
He was a regular at studio 54 

Hanging out with the other queens
And he's the last of the five, to make it out alive
And he is fine
So it seems

Yeah

 And it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me

 
Little girl, she was an orphan she lost her folks when she was young
Nobody never gave her nothing, she taught herself to get things done
But if she smiles at everyone
And she is made and loved
And we are fine
Yes we are

 
Oh and it's days like these
That keep me on my winning streak
It's all a part of me

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home by Butch Walker and The Black Widows

I originally thought that I've blogged about this song already. One of my recent favorites from Butch Walker. He sounds like Ryan Adams on this one. The song's just short of perfect.

Her hair is like a crow's nest
She's got glitter in her eye
Her smile is like a jack-o-lantern
Trying not to cry
She's been living been living pretty hard
Since her old man up and died a year ago

And I see her every morning
While she's walking to the check
She holds her head like she's got something heavy
Hanging 'round her neck

Puts some money in her purse
And hides some where he won't expect before she goes

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

Well she stole more than a little
From her folks in Cartersville
With that wrong foot in that right boot
Left a lot of room to fill

With one foot on the platform
And a lot of time to kill
They shoulda' known

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

Well I haven't seen her lately
Guess I just assumed the worst
But I think I kinda miss her
Standing there with her lips pursed.

First thing in the morning
Leaning up against the church
Like it's your own

Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home
Don't You Think Someone Should Take You Home

In Bloom by Butch Walker and the Black Widows

I just love this version by Butch Walker and his band. Why? Because for me, I've gotten used to hearing the original version that the lyrics doesn't already come across to me. Today, I find the genius in Cobain's lyrics. Short of saying that Cobain's GOD! It also helps that Butch Walker is one of my favorite artists.

Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

And he's the one who likes
All our pretty songs and he
Likes to sing along and he
Likes to shoot his gun but he
Don't know what it means
He don't know what it means
He don't know what it means
And I say aahh

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom

And he's the one who likes
All our pretty songs and he
Likes to sing along and he
Likes to shoot his gun but he
Don't know what it means
He don't know what it means
He don't know what it means
And I say aahh