Mittwoch, 22. Dez 2010, 2:19
This song captures growing up the south pretty well:
I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folk there
Now I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I'll hit the ground running
Only cowboys the southern gentlemen
Betting women that will never mend
They ride the roads as they bend
As they bend to their dead ends
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I was raised in a pit of snakes
Blink your eyes I was raised on cakes
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
Or learn to tell the same story again and again and again
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Bitterness is a lowest sin
A bitter man rots from within
I've seen his smile, yellow and brown
The bitterness has brought him down
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Much of the south is poor and broken. It can feel stifling. People work every day but never get anywhere beyond the same existence their ancestors had. Its almost like the movie ground hogs day, you can have the same exact things happen over and over, and the only way to break out of the cycle is to leave. But then trying to fit into the outside world is incredibly hard. . .