Unfortunately, the official video for this song keeps getting yanked off of YouTube. I assume that’s due to the fact that the video features like 4 seconds of nudity and God knows, we can’t have that on the internet.
Anyway, since that video keeps getting yanked, here’s another video of Jake Bugg performing There’s A Beast and We All Feed It. This performance comes from the 2014 Reading Festival and it features Jake at his best. As for the song …. well, it’s an attack on all of us. And you know what? We probably deserve it.
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
Through the Shattered Lens 