Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Out on the desert now

Some Josh Ritter


Radio waves are coming miles and miles
Bringing only empty boats
Whatever feeling they had when they sailed
Somehow slipped out between the notes



Out on the desert now and feeling lost
The bonnet wears a wire albatross
Monster ballads and the stations of the cross
Sighing just a little bit
Sighing just a little bit



And I was thinking 'bout what Katy done
Thinking 'bout what Katy did
The fairest daughter of the Pharaoh's son
Dressed in gold 'neath pyramids



Out on the desert now and feeling lost
The bonnet wears a wire albatross
Monster ballads and the stations of the cross
Sighing just a little bit
Sighing just a little bit



Ones and zeroes bleeding mesa noise
And when you're empty there's so much space for them
You turn it off but then a still small voice
Comes in blazing from some vast horizon



And I was thinking 'bout my river days
I was thinking 'bout me and Jim
Passing Cairo on a getaway
With every steamboat like a hymn



Out on the desert now I'm feeling lost
The bonnet wears a wire albatross
Monster ballads and the stations of the cross
Sighing just a little bit
Smiling just a little bit



Today the words have been floating through my head. Nothing religious, nothing meaningful. Just words. Out on the desert now and I'm feeling lost . . . monster ballads and the stations of the cross. When I do make it home, I may take a longer route back to Southern California. Nothing like long drives through the desert to rest your mind. Palm Desert? Monument Valley? Not sure which way I'd go. But gas prices be damned. I'll drive through the desert till I find the floods if I have to.


(a worthy cover, not quite on par with the original or joe burton's)

He evokes interesting image with this song, some dry desert longing--that image, and a long drive toward a flat horizon, juxtaposes nicely against a second sudden thought, the flooding upper missouri that currently would be the end of a desert drive over the high plains--that is right now the first thing that comes to mind when he reaches his memories of river days.

Somewhere in looking for desert photos of the stations of the cross, I found this one too:

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