I read a crappy review of End Times in a local music newspaper today. The reviewer clearly didn't bother checking what the lyrics were before quoting them in the article. Why bother when one can just type what they think they heard?
Cause E clearly sings "Jesus loved me but it's over now".
If you don't bother reading the whole review at least read the last line
Drum Media Review
I've never read a suicide note, but I hope that End Times is the closest I'll ever get. Don't take that the wrong way, it's a good album; it's just that it's achingly depressing and lonely. But you know what? Fair enough. Mark Oliver Everett (a.k.a E) is one poor bastard. Finding your father's body, a schizophrenic sister committing suicide and a mother taken by cancer are bound to get you down in the first place. But if that wasn't enough, throw a divorce in the mix, add some middle age and you get End Times. It's 40 minutes of "Jesus loved me but it's over now"
and "the world is ending/and what do I care?"
I wouldn't recommend consuming this record in one go, take it easy, a little here, a little there, that way it can be appreciated for what it is - a melancholy ramble of a great musician who's having a shitty time losing his wife. The 14 short, simple songs were recorded in E's basement on a four-track tape machine which give it a nice rawness. This compliments the basic lyrics; no flowerly cliches, no metaphoric emotions, just his thoughts, "outside my window there's a cat in heat, shut up cat."
Eventually the heartache tones down a bit and E shares tracks like On My Feet
where he admits, "one sweet day I'll be back on my feet/ and I'll be alright"
. Let's hope so, because it must be pointed out that even know we know you're hurting E, there's just no excuse for I Need A Mother
- it's an Oedipal nightmare that leaves little faith for the future of his sanity.