I was watching this video last night https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2u9api6tQEA and it got me to thinking... maybe that's why I find life so strange it never really occurred to me that I live in a river town where everyone's an odd crossbreed between a redneck and a swamp person everyone involved in the popular media scene, whether playing a part in 'the limelight' or just being an observer/participant are all so far from their roots why run away from part of who you are? (GeorgeJet was the inspiration behind this thread. He was the one that reminded me of my thoughts lol.) Add any sudden revelations you come across throughout your day here or expand on this one or others' down below in the designated purple area
What do you know about other peoples 'roots'? That song was about getting the hell out of a limited and sorry life in a dead end town. Who gives a fuck about roots when there "ain't no bread in the breadbox"?
An old county road runs by my house It ends on the river bank In '73 they shut the ferry down Back up the road is a church and a store With a bench full of lying old men In the middle of a wide spot they call town And I'm just a young man living to make me old Plowing these fields by the river road Where my hopes, dreams and my grandaddy lived and died And they go as far as my eyes can see But that ain't far enough for me When I drive to the river and I look at the other side... Me and this road We ain't been nowhere As far as I know This whole world is just a county fair But somewhere there's a bridge That'll take us outta here As free as the river flows Me and this road..
The lines on my fathers face Ran deep as creek beds on our place And the river ran right through his soul But I knew at times it took its toll.. When the crops would flood we lived on fish But never did my father wish To the leave the land his life flowed from The river and my dad were one And I'm one of the rivers own It's current down inside me is strong And it's up to me to carry on Cause I'm one of the rivers own As a kid I watched the river flow Yeah I admired the way it rocked and rolled Dad was proud I was river rat But that's where our common ground ended at Cause I seen them city lights down stream They drew me in when I was seventeen I went everywhere that river run Yeah me and that river we were one Two years ago dad passed away And I'll never forget that mournful day Then a lawyer read me out his will It said "son it's time for you to be still".. Then a week ago a government man Tried to pay me off to flood our land And I did just what my dad would have done Cause me and that river, we are one And I'm one of the rivers own It's current down inside me is strong And it's up to me to carry on Cause I'm one of the rivers own. Yeah Iiiiii'm oooone of the rivers own.
the universe is very impartial about its paybacks. once upon a time, in each place were people who learned from that place how to live in it. then came people from far away, i'm not talking about 20 years ago, more like between two and five or six hundred, who thought they knew better, who had some divine right to tell themselves so, who claimed to know better how to live, because they had books, and faster meaner deadlier ways to kill. the dead end was their doing. not the earth's, nor the people who had been living right for ten thousand years before the self ritious came along, who didn't know nor care what gifts the land in close to its natural state had to offer. who wouldn't look, and without looking didn't see what they destroyed. so they were left with dead ends, because that's what all that they hadn't in their blindness destroyed. the small places, the forgotten places, they can be the most beautiful places, when people aren't destroying them in their ignorance of what can be there. when all one sees are the symbols of value, there are no ends that aren't dead ends. it is a choice. beauty can be created anywhere, but it does take looking and seeing, the eden the pavement hides.
i was looking at a tree one time and thought that there's probably as much underground that there is above. it seemed very profound at the time but i was high as fuck
Just to clarify, I didn't mean to intentionally offend anyone. This was a spur of the moment, completely 'unrefined' thought. And I'll admit I wasn't really judging by the lyrics. Now that I look back on it, I feel like it was a stereotypical or degenerative way to explain the cultures I was trying to point out. I've heard people say 'deep woods' and whatever other cliches are out there. But hey, it was straight and to the point? Didn't mean anything by it. I was speaking more of my own roots. Just depends on what you make of it. But when it's shit... it's shit
Beautifully written...i feel you are part of the team I watched on tv....a documentary called Racing Extinction with your words here......Perhaps, they will run the entire documentary on u-tube soon. It only premiered tonight...much of your attitude and what you are saying here.
I also grew up in a small town on a river. But I won't be going back until my own kids are ready to go to school.
