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In a long time traveled really far
In a long time traveled really far
Where am I
Nobody knows me
And I don't know...
Anyone can, nobody does
Somebody should
Everyone keeps on talking
Like they got the answers
What was the question?
Well I know that
Blood tastes like steel seeds
And skinned knees on sidewalks
And I need the salt freedom
Blood bleeds on my lips
My love
Blood bleeds on
Ran through the fields
Grass cut our legs
Grass cuts our legs
Sister was calling
We're both under nothing
And nothing's above us but Heaven
And that's over my head
Headed down south
Firewater steps, firewater feet
The South was such a blast
With firewater mind, firewater soul
Where am I?
Well this won't be the last time
Blood tastes like steel seeds
And skinned knees on sidewalks
And I need the salt freedom
Blood bleeds on my lips
My love
Blood bleeds on
In a long time traveled really far
Where am I
Nobody knows me
And I don't know...
Anyone can, nobody does
Somebody should
Everyone keeps on talking
Like they got the answers
What was the question?
Well I know that
Blood tastes like steel seeds
And skinned knees on sidewalks
And I need the salt freedom
Blood bleeds on my lips
My love
Blood bleeds on
Ran through the fields
Grass cut our legs
Grass cuts our legs
Sister was calling
We're both under nothing
And nothing's above us but Heaven
And that's over my head
Headed down south
Firewater steps, firewater feet
The South was such a blast
With firewater mind, firewater soul
Where am I?
Well this won't be the last time
Blood tastes like steel seeds
And skinned knees on sidewalks
And I need the salt freedom
Blood bleeds on my lips
My love
Blood bleeds on
Lyrics submitted by nuclearjesus
Track duration: 04:26
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The realization of our individuality and unlikeliness we will ever be totally understood...we are so puzzled by our own behavior, at times. We still wish for the connection, though.
Being outdoors very much an energy of this song.
This sounds like it covers the span of several years.
The South. My visits down there were often simple adventures in a car or motorcycle. I swear you could drive around with a bottle of booze in your hand, get pulled over and be told to drive carefully, now willya? Just my recalls. Firewater, it's what SEEMS allowable to experience more liberally in the South than other parts of the country. No casting of aspersions at all on folks who live down there as I say this...just my recalls, is all!
Just because the fine folks at songmeanings.net interpret the lyric as "...salt freedom", doesn't mean it wasn't 'meant as "...soul freedom".
A gorgeous piece that brings up so many fuzzed-out remembrances. I've played it over and over 8 or 9 times now and the tears just stream down my face. Beautiful.
blood tastes like steel seeds/ and skinned knees on sidewalks- i think this is about how what is ours is a reflection on the building blocks of society.
i could be totally off on this. its a sort of random, but quite beautiful, song.