Wednesday, November 05, 2008

AUGUST AND EVERYTHING AFTER

I started to post Dylan's "Times They are a Changin'" today, along with ump-teen other bloggers because...well...it just seems like the lyrics would fit again, right now.
But I'll save it for another day.

Some of my favorite songs I have no idea what they are about even though the lyrics seem to be plain enough. There must be a message here somewhere, a message that I can't quite understand, that I am just not ready to grok in fullness.
But I do like the way it makes me feel.
Don't ask me how it makes me feel.


From the Counting Crows 1993 release
"August and Everything After", another Bulletholes pick of albums that play well all the way through. I apologize for the video content, but its the best audio I could find.




OMAHA
Start tearing the old man down
Run past the heather and down to the old road
Start turning the grain into the ground
Roll a new leaf over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man treading around in the gathered rain
Well mister, if you're going to walk on water
Could you drop a line my way?



Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door



Start threading a needle
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room
Start turning the wool across the wire
Roll a new life over
In the middle of the night, there's an old man threading his toes through a bucket of rain
Hey mister, you don't want to walk on water
you're only going to walk all over me


Start running the banner down
Drop past the color come up through the summer rain
Start turning the girl into the ground
Roll a new love over
In the middle of the day, there's a young man rolling around in the earth and rain
Hey Mister, if you're going to walk on water
You know you're only going to walk all over me.

Omaha
Somewhere in middle America
Get right to the heart of matters
It's the heart that matters more
I think you better turn your ticket in
And get your money back at the door

9 comments:

dmarks said...

Unfortunately, I am deficient in my crow band knowledge. I don't know the difference between Black Crowes and Counting Crows. I can distinguish Sheryl Crow, however.

dmarks said...

By the way, I used to live on Highway 61. I understand it is a big deal of a Bob Dylan album, but I've not heard it yet. Have you? I suppose I need to blog about Highway 61 sometime.

bulletholes said...

hahaha! Have I heard it? Used to sing it at the top of my lungs at the most inappropriate times imaginable!

I was too young to really know, but i have to think when the kids in 1965 set the needle down on that Album and "Like A Rolling Stone " came through the speakers, everything changed.
Go look on Wiki, go to youtube, there is more there than you probably want to know.

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Couldn't imagine anything better than Dylan's Rolling Stone or Hard Rain...but loved loved loved this video. Love the Counting Crows!
Great song and metaphor--America's heart-Omaha!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Oops, meant to say Times are a Changing... I did, I really did!
:))

bulletholes said...

Hey, pie!
Yeah, something about this song speaks to change, speaks to improvement, but it speaks to something else too and I can't really put my finger on it....
Revenge? Expectations? Pretense? Rebirth?
I don't know , but its an interesting song, with an interseting composition.
Makes me wanna dance...makes me want to riot...makes me want to laugh and cry both.

red dirt mule said...

Counting crows is one of my favorite bands .....

though I must admit 'Round Here' is a favorite anthem to the disenfranchised and mentally ill (are we all insane, truthfully)

it's been a long time since I have sat and counted crows strung upon a telephone line .... but i do remember their silky blackness and somewhat sinister feel ....

maybe i had been watching too much Hitchcock at the time!

snicker.
rdm

Kristi PJ said...

Rebirth. Most definitely. That's what it said to me, when I fell in love with it in 1996.

bulletholes said...

if you noted the date, I posted this the day after Obama was elected.
Rebirth, new birth, something like that.
Roll a new life over.

Theres another post I did, a story, that as I wrote it this song was in my head.
http://srevestories.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-raiders.html