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May 08, 2008

More Hiatt

For Don:

Well I never went to college, babe
I did not have the luck
Rolled out of Indiana in the back of a pickup truck
With no education higher
Than the street of my hometown
I went lookin' for a fire
Just to burn it all down

You've got a real fine love
You've got a real fine love
One I am unworthy of
You've got a real fine love, baby

I thought I had a line on something
Maybe no one else could say
And they couldn't find it in their hearts
To just get out of my way
Then out of nowhere, and from nothing
You came into my life
I'd seen an angel or two before
But I'd never asked one to be my wife

Well you can sprinkle all your teardrops
Across the evening sky
But you cannot hide the twinkle
Of starlight in your eye
Well I left my map way back there, baby
I don't know where we are
But I'm gonna pull my pony up
And hitch my wagon to your star

Well now the babies are all sleeping
And the twilight's givin' in
She looks like you, he looks like her
And we all look like him
Well maybe it's just the little thing
The way I feel tonight
A little joy
A little peace

Posted by Cassandra at May 8, 2008 08:55 AM

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Well, thanks Cassandra.

I think?

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at May 8, 2008 06:38 PM

There is one more line.

"And a whole lot of life"

Great song, a love song without being vomit inducing sappy.The lyrics alone don't do it justice.

Posted by: Pile On at May 8, 2008 07:04 PM

It's a nice song. He wrote it for his wife.

I had never heard it when I went to that concert a few years ago, but the version he played was really amazing. I wish I had a recording - it was much better than the one I posted. It was very moving - especially the monologue that preceded it. He played this song right before it, and talked about how even the best marriages have their ups and downs.

This is one of my favorite Hiatt songs. I couldn't find a Youtube video for it, but the melody is haunting. Find it if you've never heard it.

You won't be sorry.

Take everything that we have
Take it and burn it to the ground
Some things were never meant to last

Take it down, down, down
Take it down
Take it down, down, down
Take it down

I'm still married to it all
That ain't no place to hang around
My love is 50 feet tall

I've grown accustomed to the way
You hurled us into space
I'll never make that trip

Tears all rusted on my face
And I'm just an empty place
Where your love used to fit

South carolina where are you
We were once lost and now we're found
The war is over, the battle's through

Take it down, down, down
Take it down
Take it down, down, down
Take it down

Posted by: Cassandra at May 8, 2008 07:05 PM

I have that on cd.

It skips.

In my car we just keep taking it down. And down.

Posted by: Pile On at May 8, 2008 07:13 PM

Pile On: Happy as H - E double-hockey sticks you showed up!
I like this one, too.

Buffalo River Home

I've been taking off and landing
But this airport's closed
And how much thicker this fog is gonna get
God only knows
Just when you think that you've got a grip
Reality sneaks off, it gives you the slip
As if you ever knew what it was
Takin' you down the lime

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the South runnin' helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Lookin' for his buffalo river home

I've been circling the wagons
Down at Time Square
Trying to fill up this hole in my soul
But nothing fits there
Just when you think you can let it rip
You're pounding the pavement in your daddy's wingtips
As if you had someplace else to go
Or a better way to get there

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the South runnin' helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Lookin' for his buffalo river home

Now there's only two things in life
But I forget what they are
It seems we're either hangin' on a moonbeam's coattails
Or wishing on stars
Just when you think that you've been gyped
The bearded lady comes and does a double back flip
And you run off and join the circus
Yeah you just let that pony ride

Tearing through the cotton fields and bus shelters
Of the South runnin' helter skelter
Down through the Mississippi Delta
With no place to call your own
Mixing up drinks with mixed feeling
All along the paint was peeling
Down to an Indian blanket on a pony
With no rider in the flesh and bone
Lookin' for his buffalo river home
Lookin' for his buffalo river home

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at May 8, 2008 07:59 PM

P.S. I don't wear my Daddy's wingtips much anymore because his feet were just a little smaller than mine, and they make my feet hurt. But I do still have a pair of his wingtip shoes, and he's been dead for nigh on 30 years now.

And Pile, if you hadn't talked up John Hiatt, I never would have started to listen to him. Thanks, he's really great.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at May 8, 2008 08:04 PM

If I'm not mistaken (and I have a pretty good memory) Pile likes that song :)

Posted by: Cassandra at May 8, 2008 08:09 PM

Good to see you too Don. Well, I'm not really seeing you. The words you wrote, I can see them pretty good. You not so much.

The three Hiatt songs above are probably my favorites. I sometimes catch myself using his lines when teaching. Not like a sixteen year old would know the difference anyway.

This is also one of my favorites.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RWEseP-ouk

Posted by: Pile On at May 8, 2008 08:37 PM

Yeah, that's a favorite.

I think any man who's walked in the travails of marriage would understand that, and any woman who's forgiven her man for being a flawed person would, too.

Posted by: Don Brouhaha at May 8, 2008 09:34 PM

He is my absolute favorite!! I saw him in a small theatre in NYC in the winter of 93 or 94. He brought the house down. The guy knows life. I listen to him a lot in my car. I like "Child of the Wild Blue Yonder" a lot. It makes me want to stop the car and get out and dance, though. lol

Posted by: Maggie45 at May 9, 2008 05:09 AM

I can never hear that song without thinking of you, Pile :)

A great song.

Posted by: Cassandra at May 9, 2008 06:08 AM

He will be in the ATL in July I think. I might have a chance to see him this year.

Posted by: KJ at May 9, 2008 09:06 AM

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