Wow, everyone connects to different stuff, but Clutching at Straws is one of the more emotionally stirring albums I own. So many great moments both musically and in the way Fish delivers some of the more emotive lines.
“So if you ask me, how do I feel inside.”
“I know that they would rather be/standing here beside me/racing the clouds home.”
“From the realization that all we’ve been offer behind, is to stand like our fathers before us on the firing line.”
“Where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and nursing our scars.”
And some of my favorite lyrics just for the word play of it:
“The telltale talking of the last cigarette marking time in the package while the whiskey sweat lies like discarded armor on an unmade bed.”
“Hotel hobbies padding dawn's hollow corridors/A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories/Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare/Opening the doors for the dreams to come home.”
Some of it probably has to do with some of the stuff I was dealing with personally when I first got this album, but it almost always moves me when I play it. It’s also in my opinion one of the most memorable guitar performances in rock (both bass and lead). Rothery tears it up and Pete is everywhere.