torn far too many ways
tried drugs and tried the bottle
tried work and wealth and fame
tried doing all my dishes
and all your dishes too
tried focus on the simple things in life there are to do
and failure after failure
i've burned bridges to the ground
the careful work of months and years is gone without a sound
this getting old and cranky
this growing uselessness
this fumbling falling forgetful fearfulness
i guess funking away the rest of my life...
I wonder if Fred still does the song.
I like his words for in the wilderness - "white ash and black ash" - an ash forest that includes mountains - ie - buried somewhere never to be found - a sharp edge to his spade - and a back strong enough to haul her
of course, maybe it's not dark - it's weird (Steel Guitars?) - she REALLY wasn't human but who'd believe it and what would they do with the alien body? How can he come out as the good guy in these lyrics?
I think Fred's exploration of human nature is cool.
I tell people that I think Fred Eaglesmith is Canada's Bob Dylan and Blaze Foley was America's Leonard Cohen.
