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Ok this song is one of my favorites. I have been trying to learn the harmonica for a few years now, and I've been able to use it on two songs so far. My grandfather gave me one of his harmonicas before he died, I couldn't play it, but it is kind of a tie to him so I have tried to learn. The main thing I have is a CD teaching set from Jerry Portnoy I think his name is, and I have been able to learn something from it.
The song itself may seem cliche` to some, including the title, but it doesn't matter to me. I do what I do. I do it because I feel like I want to do it. So I do hope your own preconceptions don't get in the way, they really are bothersome things and it's good to try not to listen to them. Anyway, the song is just funny because I have a strong visual in my mind, more than really understanding the meaning, I just see something and I guess the rest of it is at attempt at bringing the image into the audible 'scape.
The image is like in a train yard somewhere. It must be the 1950's or 1960's, and the image is almost totally black and white. I am sure there is some psychological reason why I see it that way. There is a man, sitting with another man and his dog on the ground around a small and smoky fire. I don't really see the second man. I don't think he's important. The dog though is quite visible, he is a black lab, a male. The dog is seated, and is mostly looking at the fire but may turn to the man in focus a little. All of this is very apparent in the image. The man in focus is wearing a felt Irish style cap, as if he is an Irish immigrant, and he is quite old. He has a scrubby/stubby gray beard, and wispy gray hair. He is wearing worn out work boots and is dirty. He is wearing a worn but warm shirt, followed by a thicker coat, but he is still cold. You can tell because he is bent over and into himself. On the fire is a pan, with 2 eggs in it. He is holding the pan handle with one hand and attempting to manipulate the egg with a stick in his other hand. He has a cigarette package next to him on a rock, it is empty.
Why do I have that image? I don't know. And I am not sure if it exactly predates the song or if it was born simultaneously with the song. At this point I don't remember. Anyway, that's all I know about it.
I found an image on the net that is at least kind of similar, though also quite different.
The song itself may seem cliche` to some, including the title, but it doesn't matter to me. I do what I do. I do it because I feel like I want to do it. So I do hope your own preconceptions don't get in the way, they really are bothersome things and it's good to try not to listen to them. Anyway, the song is just funny because I have a strong visual in my mind, more than really understanding the meaning, I just see something and I guess the rest of it is at attempt at bringing the image into the audible 'scape.
The image is like in a train yard somewhere. It must be the 1950's or 1960's, and the image is almost totally black and white. I am sure there is some psychological reason why I see it that way. There is a man, sitting with another man and his dog on the ground around a small and smoky fire. I don't really see the second man. I don't think he's important. The dog though is quite visible, he is a black lab, a male. The dog is seated, and is mostly looking at the fire but may turn to the man in focus a little. All of this is very apparent in the image. The man in focus is wearing a felt Irish style cap, as if he is an Irish immigrant, and he is quite old. He has a scrubby/stubby gray beard, and wispy gray hair. He is wearing worn out work boots and is dirty. He is wearing a worn but warm shirt, followed by a thicker coat, but he is still cold. You can tell because he is bent over and into himself. On the fire is a pan, with 2 eggs in it. He is holding the pan handle with one hand and attempting to manipulate the egg with a stick in his other hand. He has a cigarette package next to him on a rock, it is empty.
Why do I have that image? I don't know. And I am not sure if it exactly predates the song or if it was born simultaneously with the song. At this point I don't remember. Anyway, that's all I know about it.
I found an image on the net that is at least kind of similar, though also quite different.
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Lyrics
All my life
searching for the answers
biding time
missing the truth
Living lies
slipping through the backdoor
and I don't know if I can go home
no I don't know if I can go home
Nobody knows what I've done
No I don't think they'd understand
Though I tried to be a better man
than I am
It's a long way down
and I've licked every bone
There's no way out
This is my home now
I wouldn't know a preacher from the devil
and I don't know just where you stand
the action will reveal the man
But my story was written in sand
You'll never know the end
searching for the answers
biding time
missing the truth
Living lies
slipping through the backdoor
and I don't know if I can go home
no I don't know if I can go home
Nobody knows what I've done
No I don't think they'd understand
Though I tried to be a better man
than I am
It's a long way down
and I've licked every bone
There's no way out
This is my home now
I wouldn't know a preacher from the devil
and I don't know just where you stand
the action will reveal the man
But my story was written in sand
You'll never know the end
sheilad
disappointed on a tune of yours these days... and since I LOVE harmonica... keep on learning it! Awesome.....d/l for sure!