“There is nothing I’ve ever done
I didn’t learn to be ashamed of
There is no hope or no dream
I won’t curse and demean

If that’s what it takes
That’s what I’ll do
If that’s what it takes, I will

 
I hope I never get my fill
Of pushing this boulder up on this hill
Getting to the top and taking a spill
Every time’s like the first time
Every time is the same


And maybe you don’t believe me now
But you will
Until you hang upon such a cross
You won’t know a thing about laughter or loss
From Galilee to Gethsemane to Golgotha
Is a short walk, a short, short walk.”

~Joset of Nazareth’s Blues
Titus Andronicus, The Airing of Grievances

Every year when people start talking about Festivus, I start thinking about Titus Andronicus. I love this song in particular, how joyful and busy its bells and harmonicas are contrasted with the scratched-throat vocals and self-damnation narrative. What a forceful little band, with such a devoted cult following. Their newer releases are just as punk-tastic, fueled by spit and rage and overly literary sentiments. A perfect band to listen to when you’re ready to thank the world for all its done to you and repay it in kind, for better or worse…