Kasher has a very close relationship with Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes. They grew up in Nebraska together, went to the same Catholic high school, Creighton Prep. It is rumored that Tim taught Oberst to play guitar. In the Bright Eyes song, "Nothing Gets Crossed Out" Oberst sings, "yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together." (referring to the album Black Out by The Good Life, released in 2002 on Saddle Creek Records.) Furthermore, Oberst later sang backup on the song "Staying Alive," from Cursive's 2003 effort The Ugly Organ.
Kasher temporarily disbanded Cursive after the departure of guitarist Steve Pedersen (who left to pursue a law degree at Duke University. He now leads the Saddle Creek band Criteria). He married and moved to Portland, Oregon. According to interviews, Kasher went through a bitter divorce in 2000, which led to the regrouping of Cursive, as well as providing the inspiration for The Good Life album Black Out, and Cursive's Domestica.
The Good Life was originally planned to be a solo project. Kasher wanted to experiment with different types of lyrics and melodies. He released Novena on a Nocturn on Better Looking Records. He then recruited Ryan Fox, Roger Lewis and Stephanie Drootin into the band and released Black Out, Lovers Need Lawyers EP and Album of the Year.
Kasher created a another record with Cursive which was released in August 2006, entitled Happy Hollow. In 2009, Cursive released their latest effort, 'Mama, I'm Swollen'. The Good Life, despite a near breakup in late 2005, returned to the studio to release the album, 'Help Wanted Nights' in September 2007.
Under his own name, Tim Kasher recorded a song called "Stranger Than Strangers" which was released on a compilation CD called "My Favorite Songwriters." He released the solo album 'The Game of Monogamy' in 2010, and a follow-up disc of songs from that session called 'Bigamy', in 2011.
Goodbye Calcutta
Tim Kasher Lyrics
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The french fries burn inside.
I wait for Ricki Lake, I think she's on at 3:00.
And smoke is everywhere:
It's everything
And keeps me from being seen.
And I'll hide at the end of the couch as the TV screams, 'some sad boy has been suffocating'
And everyone thinks that he's guilty of something
As they point their fingers at his heartstrings unwinding,
They lay on the floor, explode under their feet
His blood cakes the walls, explodes on the wood paneling
The blood of ex-lovers: goodbye, Calcutta
Smoke is soaking in the blood
On the walls that are closing in on me.
So light up your incense, smoke up your cigarettes.
The blue light of the TV screen
Needles through the haze.
The light is piercing me, it pierces everything
This house can never go to sleep
And when cars go by, they peek inside
And see the TV scream
They know what its like to be lonely
Or what its like to be guilty
Of something,
They don't know what,
But their fingers point at their memories, dead dreams
As the smoke pulls away the blood clots in their veins
Count down to explode. Prepare to unload
The bombs of ex-lovers
Goodbye, Calcutta.
Your walls are closing on in me
Your walls are closing on in me
The song "Goodbye Calcutta" by Tim Kasher is a commentary on the effects of isolation and loneliness. The singer of the song finds himself sitting on his front porch, smoking cigarettes and waiting for the Ricki Lake show to come on. Smoke seems to permeate everything around him, acting as a wall between himself and the world. As he watches TV, news of a boy suffocated by unknown circumstances is broadcasted, and the people around him begin to speculate and point fingers.
The lyrics suggest that the singer may also feel trapped and suffocated, and the smoke is a way to both hide and distance oneself from these feelings. However, the smoke is only a temporary solution and ultimately cannot prevent the walls from closing in on the singer. This is emphasized by the repetition of "Your walls are closing on in me" towards the end of the song.
The use of Calcutta as a metaphor for the singer's entrapment is also worth noting. Calcutta is a city in India that has a reputation for being overcrowded and impoverished. The name itself has become shorthand for cramped and difficult conditions. By saying "goodbye" to Calcutta, the singer is bidding farewell to these feelings of confinement and distress.
Line by Line Meaning
I smoke on the front porch.
I sit outside and smoke while taking in my surroundings.
The french fries burn inside.
Something is cooking inside and may be burning.
I wait for Ricki Lake, I think she's on at 3:00.
While I smoke, I'm waiting and planning to watch Ricki Lake later.
And smoke is everywhere:
It's everything
And keeps me from being seen.
Smoke from the cigarettes encompasses me, it's almost untouchable and obstructs my view.
And I'll hide at the end of the couch as the TV screams, 'some sad boy has been suffocating'
And everyone thinks that he's guilty of something
And we don't know what
I bury myself at the edge of the sofa while the TV discusses a sad case that everyone assumes they understand, despite its ambiguity.
As they point their fingers at his heartstrings unwinding,
They lay on the floor, explode under their feet
His blood cakes the walls, explodes on the wood paneling
The blood of ex-lovers: goodbye, Calcutta
Although the case remains a mystery, finger-pointing still occurs which results in death, violence, and heartbreak.
Smoke is soaking in the blood
On the walls that are closing in on me.
Smoke from the cigarettes is mixing with the blood of the violence around me, and the walls seem to be closing in and suffocating me.
So light up your incense, smoke up your cigarettes.
Go ahead and light up your incense, smoke your cigarettes, and do what it is you need to do to cope with the world around you.
The blue light of the TV screen
Needles through the haze.
The piercing bright, blue light of the TV screen penetrates through the thick wall of smoke in the house.
This house can never go to sleep
And when cars go by, they peek inside
And see the TV scream
This house is always awake and nosey passersby glance in and see the commotion happening due to the TV program.
They know what its like to be lonely
Or what its like to be guilty
Of something,
They don't know what
Onlookers may understand what it is like to feel isolated or accused of something, yet still not have a clear grasp on what's happening.
But their fingers point at their memories, dead dreams
As the smoke pulls away the blood clots in their veins
Count down to explode. Prepare to unload
The bombs of ex-lovers
Goodbye, Calcutta.
People are quick to point their fingers at memories that are haunting and the smoke is causing their veins to constrict. The blood is pumping furiously, and it feels like their hearts are going to erupt. The results are explosive and painful, like saying goodbye to an ex in Calcutta.
Your walls are closing on in me
Your walls are closing on in me
The walls seem to be suffocating and crushing the observer, leading them to feel trapped and hopeless.
Contributed by Addison P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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