I’ve dumpster dived and made love
On the same day
I’ve dumpster dived and made love
On the same day
Sometimes you get nothing
Sometimes you get grace.
You can see continents
From thirty thousand feet
You can see continents
From thirty thousand feet
And never think about the people
Living on the street.
You might imagine the future
You might remember the past
You might imagine the future
You might remember the past
But one thing I know for sure
The present doesn't last.
The most valuable thing you have
Is always your attention
The most valuable thing you have
Is always your attention
Someone else is wanting it
With their own intention.
The machine is not answering
And nobody's home
The machine is not answering
And nobody's home
The house is furnished, the lawn is mowed,
And everyone's gone.
2 comments:
Musically, this is fabulous. That's not surprising, because you have proved yourself many times over to be a as much of a blues master as a white Jewish guy from Montreal can be! But the music really stings in this one, in a good way. Lyrically, although each of the verses is good (some better than others), they don't, at least for me, cohere together. It's like a song of non-sequiturs, five verses but not one of them connected to another. And none of them seem to be connected at all to the otherwise terrific and intriguing title! Maybe that's the point of the song?
Completely agree. Started with the title. Had that and some lyric fragments sitting around for months and I hadn't written a tune for a while, so I shoved them together because I was in bluesy mood. Figured the blues is more a howl than it is a song, so I did some howling.
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