
I had heard "Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground" a number of years before. I'd read all the stuff about Conor Oberst being the new Bob Dylan... about how he was the emo king of poetic lyrics. I gave him a listen, but most of what I heard initially was a warbly, forced-emotional delivery and pretentiously-long album titles. So when "Cassadaga" came out in 2007, it didn't really register on my radar.
A kid I was traveling with that spring gave me the Bright Eyes "Four Winds" EP to listen to and something caught my ear. When we got back to the states a week later, the full length album was right about to come out. She promised me a copy as we were imprisoned on a nine and a half hour plane ride from Munich to Chicago and delivered on that promise shortly thereafter. I told her to give me a week to listen to it and then we'd compare notes. I ended up really liking the album and we talked about all the songs that we both enjoyed. It's a fairly long record and as we were going through the play-by-play, I all of the sudden went "Oh yeah... I LOVE the second to last song... I Must Belong Somewhere. It's so great." She confessed that of all the songs on the album, she thought I would really like THAT one. "I don't know why," she said. "It just sounded like a you song."
Conor Oberst IS a great songwriter... or at least a very good one. His lyrics are observant and intelligent and poetic and a lot of what popular music is not. That being said, he still has a long way to go before he becomes "the next Bob Dylan." While I find Oberst's lyrics to be literary, I don't always find them to be meaningful. He's got a great gift of stringing words together and often employs alliteration and other poetic devices to enhance his imagery, but sometimes I wonder if they're really anything more than fancy word play. "I Must Belong Somewhere" definitely shows a lot of this. Some of the ones I like are...
Leave the epic poem on its yellowed page.
Leave the grey macaw in his covered cage.
Let the traveling band on the interstate remain.
Leave the old town drunk on his wooden stool.
Leave the autumn leaves in the swimming pool.
Leave the poor black child in his crumbling school today.
The lines are so visual. Oberst's details are excellent. Every time I hear the line about the leaves in the pool I can totally see it. My dad used to say that when he read a Jack London story about being on a ship, he could feel the wind and the ocean spray on his face, feel the pitch and yawn of the boat, hear the crash of the waves, etc. I feel this same way about Oberst's imagery in this song.
"I Must Belong Somewhere" is from the album "Cassadaga." To hear the song, click on the icon in the widget jukebox along the side of the blog.