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Wasteland
(words & music by Markus Rill) |
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The dry land suite. There's an
analogy between the dried up land and the dried up love affair
of the narrator. Women and weather are equally hard to influence.
I Dreamed I Saw My Tombstone: This is basically a weird song
and it's basically true too. On the first day of winter I
went for a walk and ended up in the cemetery looking at all
the gravestones and getting strange thoughts. |
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Seen a scarecrow standin' on a
barren field
The saddest sight that I've ever seen
There were no seeds planted here this spring, ain't no crops
are gonna grow
People's hopes they don't mean a thing
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck on everyone I know
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck wherever you might go
Folks have split here and they ain't comin' back no more
Mary, too, I heard her slammin' the back porch door
She said our love wasn't ever planted on fertile ground
So she abandoned me along with this old town
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck on everyone I know
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck wherever you might go
And now I'm as dry as a barren field
But like that lonesome scarecrow I won't ever yield
And I'm bound for another long hard drought, I know
But it's a tough luck where I might go
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck on everyone I know
It's a wasteland, it's a wasteland
And it's a tough luck wherever you might go |
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