This week’s song of the week and video interview are focused on local folk punkers the Wild – we are grateful for the opportunity to sit down with such a dedicated DIY band to talk about their views, their music and future plans…we hope you enjoyed the interview. Here is the song of the Week…
From the Wild’s new website – www.thewildatl.com –
the Wild is:
Dianna – vocals and tambourine
Steve – banjo and vocals
Witt – guitar, harmonica, and vocals
Dakota – bass
KyleWilliam – drums
From Atlanta, GA, the WILD are a bunch of friends who love playing music and sharing in the DIY philosophy of music, art, and politics. This is what The WILD has to say about themselves…
‘We are five friends having a great time playing music together… We all feel the best when we are traveling together and getting to see old friends, making new ones, jumping off of high things into water, and playing music every night. right now everybody lives all over the country…. We’re from Atlanta, Lexington, Denver, Brooklyn, Toronto, Ft. Lauderdale, and Massachusetts… We write songs that are political and personal.’
This is not the beatlanta house, just to be clear (we have a bit more room) 🙂
From Witt Wisebram on the song ‘Street Names’ –
‘I’m really not into explaining what our songs mean, because sometimes I am not even sure, and I think it’s better when people find their own meaning in them or develop their own relationship to them. A lot of times when I write lyrics for a song it is just about compiling old ideas or little pieces of songs that I have been keeping in a notebook or on scrap paper or whatever, so it’s cool when I realize that there is an idea in all of that scribbling that makes sense and can be used to make the lyrics for a new song. I had always thought a lot about how in every city I’ve ever been to, that the parts of town that have streets named after civil rights leaders are usually the most impoverished and forgotten parts. I guess the contradiction and irony in that is what led to the lyrics.’
Lyrics:
Let us now open our eyes…
The songs that we sing kill the fear that’s inside.
We’ll take back what they’ve stolen when we realize…
The truth.
Well the streets in the worst parts of town,
Hold names of the heroes that in the hardest times found,
Love and compassion, but the people still drown…
From the lies.
But please don’t be scared, I’m right by your side.
We can’t walk alone, raise our fists to the sky,
Cause no person deserves to be hated or hurt,
So we fight…
We struggle against this routine.
It’s a choice that we have to die on our feet,
or waste away slowly in the glow of a screen,
take my hand.
But please don’t be scared, I’m right by your side.
We can’t walk alone, raise our firsts to the sky,
Cause no person deserves to be hated or hurt,
So we fight…
We’re all heroes and cowards, weapons and flowers,
We give and we take to our last dying day.
We’re just noise and we’re songs, there’s no right way or wrong,
Just pick up our feet and keep moving along.
We are sunlight and shadow, we’re young and then we grow,
But never give up all those dreams only we know.
We’re agents and allies, we’re smiles and we’re sad eyes.
We’re the best and the worst, we’re the cure and curse..
We are…