Music Video Of The Day: There’s A Beast And We All Feed It by Jake Bugg (2014, dir by Bob Harlow)


Hi there!  Lisa here with today’s music video of the day!

Welcome to life on the Bayou!

This video is for a song by Jake Bugg.  It’s called There’s A Beast and We All Feed It.  One reason I like this song is because it’s only 99 seconds long, which is perfect for my miniscule attention span.  Despite the short running time, this video manages to include just about everything that you might expect to find living on the bayou.  Alligators.  Shoplifting.  Guns.  Drugs.  Dogs.  Bizarre religious rituals.  They’re all here.

I have admit that one reason why I like this video is because I “know” all of these people.  When I was growing up, my family lived all over the country.  We spent time in Arkansas, Louisiana, New Mexico, Colorado, and, of course, Texas.  Even though I’m happy to have escaped it, I still know the world in which this video is set.

The song itself is a Dylanesque attack on conformity.  Check out the lyrics:

They grin but they don’t mean it
They sing but they don’t feel it
They’re gone but they don’t see it
They can call but they can’t heed it
They think but they don’t speak it
There’s a beast eating every bit of beauty
And they all feed it
Stop a moment, try to freeze it
Find and they don’t seek it
At the bar but they can’t meet it
Try their best but they can’t beat it
Nice car, somebody keys it
There’s a beast easting every bit of beauty
And yes they feed it
Not a finger pointer
I will not cry your name
For yeah brothers and sisters
We are one ‘n’ the same
But when my sister suffers
And when my mother cries
All I want to do
Is look in someone’s eyes and say
You sleep but you don’t dream it
You’re sly but you don’t seem it
You’re busy as a flea pit
You struggle to perceive it
Is it hard to believe it
There’s a beast eating every bit of beauty
And yes you feed it
I’m not a finger pointer
I will not cry your name
For yeah brothers and sisters
We are one ‘n’ the same
But when my sister suffers
I have my mothers job
All I want to do
Is look in someone’s eyes and say
Somehow we’d better speak it
We’re scared someone will tweet it
It’s on the wall but you won’t read it
It’s gone before you see it
We all dread to repeat it
There’s a beast eating every bit of beauty
And yes we all feed it

Anyway, enjoy!

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