Well, believe it or not, we’ve nearly done it. With this analysis the Vault has reached the penultimate song to complete Grace’s current song catalog. Only one more to go next week: “Sick of Being Told”.

Just in time for the release of new singles coming up very soon.

“Talk Good”, to my ears, has always been a stand-out on the album, if for no other reason it’s the only track that has a genuine hint of funk and soul to it; not overtly, but underlying the guitar, Grace’s lazy/cool enunciation that falls perfectly in line with the beats, her consonants driving the heavy rhythm.

I love this song, and have since her introduction of it at the Austin City Limits Music Festival where she killed it, when not interrupting her performance to make sure attendees were okay as they were being removed from the audience due to heat stroke.

Let’s get to the lyrics in total, followed by the breakdown…

“It sounded so much better in my mind, mind
I guess I messed it up again this time, time, time
There’s something else that I wanted to say, say
But my twisted tongue got in the way, way, way

Ooh
My mouth is moving without thinking
Ooh
My brain and mouth on different systems
Why can’t you see my side of things
I’ve been thinking ’bout it ever since

I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda froze in my tracks
I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda had a panic attack
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk, I wish I could talk
I wish I could talk good

Rerun the conversation in my head, head
Think of all the things that I should’ve said instead
Ooh
My mouth is moving without thinking
Ooh
My brain and mouth on different systems
Why can’t you see my side of things
I’ve been thinking ’bout it ever since

I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda froze in my tracks
I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda had a panic attack
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk, I wish I could talk
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk, I wish I could talk
I wish I could talk good

My words, my mind
They’re worth all your time
My words, my mind
They’re worth all your time
I don’t wanna be a puppet getting caught on your line
I come back to these words every time

I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda had a panic attack
I wish I said this, I wish I said that
But I kinda froze in my tracks
I wish it went the way it went in my head
but it kind of crashed and burned instead
why does it always end up like this, and I
so badly wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk, I wish I could talk
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk good
I wish I could talk, I wish I could talk
I wish I could talk good”

Yes, it’s a simple song, but the lyrics in this case are a slave to the rhythm, they exist to deliver a simple message about replaying an awkward/failed attempt at conversation, but also to establish a distinct groove, one that is at odds with failing to communicate; Grace juxtaposing again.

“It sounded so much better in my mind, mind
I guess I messed it up again this time, time, time
There’s something else that I wanted to say, say
But my twisted tongue got in the way, way, way

Ooh
My mouth is moving without thinking
Ooh
My brain and mouth on different systems
Why can’t you see my side of things
I’ve been thinking ’bout it ever since”

The way Grace delivers these lines you can feel the simmering frustration in her vocals at the memory of this conversation; yes, this is a simple story, but as usual Grace doesn’t forget to tell one. Many supposed recording artists never learn this simple principle that Grace has grasped from her first recordings at age 11.

To my tastes, this song is all about the bridge, much like “Sick of Being Told”, so let’s skip to it…

“My words, my mind
They’re worth all your time
My words, my mind
They’re worth all your time
I don’t wanna be a puppet getting caught on your line
I come back to these words every time”

This is Grace meta-communicating with the industry again, just as she did on Sick of Being Told’s bridge: “Listen to me. My words are not empty, nor are the thoughts behind them. Ignore me at your detriment. I will not communicate your philosophy, my art is my own, as is my message. Let me repeat that for you in case you missed it the first time.”

That, above, is Grace at her best and most cogent.

God, I love this song.

[Editor’s Note: Minor adjustments have been made to the lyrics to bring them into line with those on Grace’s site and what our ears tell us.]

This article was first posted on VanderVault’s YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Yfl9ID8F0g&lc=UgxTNDv86VNjAPfA1RZ4AaABAg