Look Out Mama

There’s a white boat comin’ down the river. With a big red beacon and a flag, and a man on the rail. I think you’d better call John ’cause it don’t look like they’re here to deliver the mail.

About
Author Ken Bielen compares Powderfinger to film noir because the narrator has died before the song begins, and notes that the song “has remained in high regard over the decades.”  Bielen regards the theme as “the tragic and wasteful loss of youth to conflicts between countries and their leaders.”

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Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 28

“I’m better off with my friends.”

Life in the time of Coronavirus is hard. I’ve been quarantined since June 23, after somehow having 4 exposures in 4 days. I got a test, but they say it will take 3-5 business days. I’ve watched all the above average TV shows. I’m profoundly bored. I don’t have much to say anymore. Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine, and so forth.

I’ve been looking for a song that sums up how I feel. About life. Isolation. Fighting with people on Facebook over masks. Missing my kids. Wondering if they miss me. Wondering if I’m doing right by the good people who work beside me in my office.

I think this might be it.

I Want to Sing About How One Day…

I’ll forget you. This, folks, is mighty fine country music.

About
Raised under the rays of the sun in Huntington Beach, CA, Victoria Bailey was surrounded by music in her household from an early age. From her drumming father’s rock ’n’ roll band practices to her mom playing the narrative-driven songbooks of folk icons like Cat Stevens and James Taylor, Bailey was naturally drawn to music and the art of storytelling. After falling in love with the guitar at the age of 12, she quickly developed an affinity for songwriting in her late teens and garnered the kind of support system every musical child would dream of: her father was so impressed by her talent that he called on his three musically-inclined best friends to join him in becoming his daughter’s backing band, eventually performing shows around town.

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The Four Best Songs, Ever

So my best songs ever list changes like the weather. But these four have been up there for a while. So there.

This is the best song ever written. I’m certain of this. What an amazing thing it must be to feel this way about another person. Or to have someone feel like this about you.

This is probably the second best song ever written. I’ve felt this way for a while.

And number three. Three.

And the way I should have felt every time I left some place I used to be.

Birds and Snakes and Aeroplanes, Part 26

“It sickened me yesterday to see security personnel—including members of the National Guard—forcibly and violently clear a path through Lafayette Square to accommodate the president’s visit outside St. John’s Church. I have to date been reticent to speak out on issues surrounding President Trump’s leadership, but we are at an inflection point, and the events of the past few weeks have made it impossible to remain silent.”

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

End Over End

We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
And the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I flew
Like a stick of rollin’ dynamite.

“Course we kept it a secret from everybody ’cause, if our folks had found out, we’d all been off to military school, but then my buddy went and printed up flyers and distributed them at school sayin’ to come and see the ‘master of sparks‘ that night on jack-rabbit road which was Highway Six, our launch pad.”

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