Song Description

There's something mightily disorienting about the combination of a Ric 12 string keeping up with frenetically syncopated drums, a bass that feels like a deliberate rhythmic limp, reverse loops and 16 different vocal parts. It fits this bitter pill of a so

Lyrics

She had enough-lyin' dog
Why's life so rough-tryin' hard
She called his bluff-he don't care
Packed all her stuff-go anywhere
She moved down to Mulberry Lane
Changed hair colors then changed her name
And she thought with a new attitude
She'd forget things 'bout that wicked dude
Stop pretending like she had to do
He had it made-play guitar
Bright lights charade-quit his job
He had her wrapped-very young
Always felt trapped-undersung
He came home to echo's and dust
Cold bare walls the absence of trust
And he cried, yeah, he cried all night long
Grabbed his guitar, wrote a sad, sad song
'Bout a lost love and how he'd been wronged
She does quite fine-thank you much
Most of the time-hey, keep in touch
Won't take him back-he won't change
On the right track-seems so strange
Went to school got nursing degree
Still can't stop emotional bleed
But she's better than she ever was
And she's stronger for the things she does
In her new life without painful love
Still plays old tunes-Bristol Stomp
Greentree saloon-young girls romp
Sleeps through the day-open eyes
Can't find his way-through the lies
He lives at Economy Lodge
Smiles at maids who all know his dodge
Cause on Monday's when he's all alone
With the drapes drawn and the silent phone
Dream the same dreams live in life's unknown
Still plays guitar