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i have listened to "the poor, the fair and the good" by the silver jews no less than 10 times in the past two days.
i always liked this song, but for some reason it never truly hit me until two days ago.
i love how he refers to (what i assume could only be) whiskey as "dixie hemlock". (hemlock is a plant that was used as poison back before humans got better at making chemicals to kill each other with.)
i love the double entendre of the phrase "the poor, the fair and the good" and how the people that i, myself, like best are usually all three of those things.
i think "when you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind, i'll come back by the way that i came," is a classic theme that appears in country music, especially "back by the way that i came." it works really well with the song structure, which sounds like an old school country standard.
i just think it's a pretty great example of david berman's genius.
the one thing that has me stumped, though, is trimming back the thorns by the hospital door. i can't figure that part out.
trying to figure out the meaning behind everything david berman says is pretty much futile, though.
The river winds 'round these little green hills.
It stays in the woods for days.
We were built to consider the unmanifested,
And make of love an immaculate place.
I hear a smile and a tear in your voice.
Don't lay the groundwork for a case of remorse.
When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind,
I'll come back by the way that I came.
Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain.
Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket
And doesn't take everything that he could.
He'll rise like a lion and line himself up
With the poor, the fair, and the good.
When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind
Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?
Black-eyed susans from the Maryland shore.
We'll trim back the thorns 'round the hospital door.
More will be seen than will be understood.
Go with the poor, the fair, and the good.
Go with the poor, the fair, and the good.
i always liked this song, but for some reason it never truly hit me until two days ago.
i love how he refers to (what i assume could only be) whiskey as "dixie hemlock". (hemlock is a plant that was used as poison back before humans got better at making chemicals to kill each other with.)
i love the double entendre of the phrase "the poor, the fair and the good" and how the people that i, myself, like best are usually all three of those things.
i think "when you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind, i'll come back by the way that i came," is a classic theme that appears in country music, especially "back by the way that i came." it works really well with the song structure, which sounds like an old school country standard.
i just think it's a pretty great example of david berman's genius.
the one thing that has me stumped, though, is trimming back the thorns by the hospital door. i can't figure that part out.
trying to figure out the meaning behind everything david berman says is pretty much futile, though.
The river winds 'round these little green hills.
It stays in the woods for days.
We were built to consider the unmanifested,
And make of love an immaculate place.
I hear a smile and a tear in your voice.
Don't lay the groundwork for a case of remorse.
When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind,
I'll come back by the way that I came.
Shot of dixie hemlock will take care of the pain.
Now a man keeps his money folded square in his pocket
And doesn't take everything that he could.
He'll rise like a lion and line himself up
With the poor, the fair, and the good.
When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind
Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?
Black-eyed susans from the Maryland shore.
We'll trim back the thorns 'round the hospital door.
More will be seen than will be understood.
Go with the poor, the fair, and the good.
Go with the poor, the fair, and the good.