Sure, I've made a few bucks,
Had my share of good luck.
Bought myself a 4-wheel drive,
To haul around all of my stuff.
See ya later alligator,
The well has long since gone dry.
My life will get better and better,
If we can say goodbye.
Meanwhile back on the ranch,
The man I was holds court.
Kids not doing what they're told,
And the wife I love grows bored.
The cows are in the field,
The pigs they need their slop.
We're praying for another good yield,
While we wait for the next boot to drop.
The horses with their gumball eyes,
Grazing 'neath the autumn sky.
Happy in their fenced-in world,
While their spirits slowly die.
Meanwhile back on the ranch,
The man I was holds court.
Kids not doing what they're told,
And the wife I love grows bored.
I know there's love out there,
Beyond the mountain range.
Count our blessings, muster the courage,
And maybe we can change.
Meanwhile back on the ranch,
The man I was holds court.
Kids not doing what they're told,
And the wife I love grows bored.
4 comments:
The lyrics are excellent, though mournful. Loved the “See you later alligator” reference and the “horses with gumball eyes”: I can picture the ranch so clearly with your painterly words. Your guitar-playing has gotten stronger, more confident. The music doesn’t quite match the lyrics though; they play at odds with one another. And again, the music overpowers your voice. The words are original; the music, not as much.
It’s true that musically there’s a lot going on. But reluctantly - because I’m not a good singer - I brought the voice up in the mix, and it’s all I hear. Lol.
I agree that this isn't my favorite song of yours, although, as Rachel says, it does have some good lines ("horses with gumball eyes" --- woW!). I am more worried about the message of the song! If you (or your proxy in the song) are feeling that your wife is getting bored with you --- then I would say it's time for a trip to Israel!!! : )
Wasn’t too sure myself what it was about, which is actually what it’s about I think - a kind of midlife ambivalence. No longer being sure about what you want, or if it’s what you already have, what you've convinced yourself was worth working for, maybe settle for etc. It’s somehow about being pulled in two opposite directions. A nomads land between something real and something ideal. Between sacrifices made to gain something and throwing it all away to gain something else, something unseen, beyond the mountain range.
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