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(Guitar + Boy) = Us vs. Them = (Hatred + Apathy)
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#14,212 today
Peak #300
#3,134 in subgenre
Peak #40
Author
Andrew Thomas Dietz
Uploaded
April 03, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:53
Story behind the song
Sometimes the Holy Spirit comes down and fills you up, and you can play all the way through a song without ever having heard it before, and you don't even think about what you're singing. It just flows, like any other bodily function, like waking up. That's how this song came to be, whiskey-drunk in Florida.
Andrew Thomas: Vocals, guitars, voice mails
Lyrics
My life has turned into a series of rest stops
Strung together by a ribbon highway
Palm trees and Appalachian furs
Saguaro cactus bendin' my way
Ain't got much but I got a name
And I'll never forget from whence I came
The day my father held me so tight
And said that he'll love me, forever and always
Got girls waitin' in a couple of towns
As they're waking up, I'm beddin' down
But for my mistress, I choose the road
The guilt of leaving's my cross, my load
So don't wait up for me
There's so much more to be seen
Girl, I ain't nothin' but bones and steam
To be swallowed up by the Great Machine
Wrecked a hotel room in Slidell
Lake Ponchartrain, I knew thee well
Seen the sun set in Venice Beach
And the Emerald Coast's within my reach
But I ain't settin' roots, I'm settin' a charge
Travel up the Mississippi like a St. Louis barge
Drinkin' Jack Daniels under the moonlight
But without you, it just don't seem right
So don't wait up for me
There's so much more to be seen
Girl, I ain't nothin' but bones and steam
To be swallowed up by the Great Machine
I ain't seen it all yet, but yet I will
Until I miss the cedar and I miss the hills
And I miss my momma and my poppa, too
And the satellites that frame the moon
Until I miss Bee Creek where we caught bluegill
And the smell of the garden that's just been tilled
Until I miss your laugh and your big blue eyes
The song the frogs sing when the Missouri sun rises
So don't wait up for me
There's so much more to be seen
Girl, I ain't nothin' but bones and steam
To be swallowed up by the Great Machine
