So I’ve got a couple of Albert something songs for you in my SOTD posts, here’s one named after a real famous person! Albert Camus was on born on 7 November 1913 and passed away on 4 January 1960 and was a French philosopher, author, and journalist. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature at the age of 44 in 1957, the second-youngest recipient in history. Here’s his Wikipedia page on him linked. I think, his best book I’ve read was the novel The Plague originally published in 1947 but I think it would be wicked great reading in C-19 pandemic of 2020 or then again, maybe it wouldn’t be that good reading? You read any of Albert Camus books? Which one do you like the best?
Off course, Titus Andronicus is a very old tragedy written by William Shakespeare but in this case, is an American punk-indie rock band formed in Glen Rock, New Jersey around the mid-2000’s named after that play, here’s the band’s website linked. The song named Albert Camus is the closing track on their debut album entitled The Airing of Grievances of 2008. Stream the whole album on YouTube here:
The Albert Camus Lyrics:
Running around this run-down, one-horse town
One of these days, they’re gonna crucify me
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable it is to be young, dumb, and have lots of money
We will sit upon this grassy knoll
Holding hands and stroking handguns
With pristine souls, and even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole
But underneath it all, there is an apathetic heart of gold
So who will be saved, from the least to the greatest men
Because even Honest Abe sold poison milk to schoolchildren
The blood drive came to Glen Rock High
In a white bus with red letters on the side
And a long shiny needle they brought
To suck me dry like missionary mosquitoes in the sky
Now you’re doing time for stealing candy from a babe
Because all the kids in Ridgewood have got cell phones these days
And if you wear a mask, they can still read your license plate
And a wireless line is a terrible thing to waste
Because the more we think, the less it all makes sense
Tonight we will drink to our general indifference
Lamb of God
We think nothing of ourselves at all
So death, be not proud
Because we don’t give a fuck about nothing
And we only want what we are not allowed
Cheers! 🙂
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