6x9 and counting down in one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions
Once you grab them by the pride their hearts are bound to follow,
Their natural fear of anything less manly or less natural,
Like gunless sheriffs caught on lonesome roads and live to tell it
How hard it is for meaner men without the lead to sell it
Only simple men can see the logic in whatever
Smarter men can whittle down till you can fit it on a sticker
Get it stuck like mud and bugs to names that set the standard,
They'll live it like it's gospel and they'll quote it like it's scripture
6x9 and counting down in one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions
Its no matter if they dress real nice and sit up straight and stupid
And say their prayers in quiet ancient tongues
They're no different that the ones who close their eyes
And fall down to the ground
And twitch just like their nerves have come undone
So be it if they come to find out feeling good's
As easy as denying that there's day or night at all
Til what it takes to feel a thing seems so far out of reach
They just claw their skin and grind their teeth and bawl
They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions
Once you grab them by the pride their hearts are bound to follow,
Their natural fear of anything less manly or less natural,
Like gunless sheriffs caught on lonesome roads and live to tell it
How hard it is for meaner men without the lead to sell it
Only simple men can see the logic in whatever
Smarter men can whittle down till you can fit it on a sticker
Get it stuck like mud and bugs to names that set the standard,
They'll live it like it's gospel and they'll quote it like it's scripture
6x9 and counting down in one after the other
They'll go running up and down the road, angry as their mothers
Over senseless acts of selfishness on made up English oceans
And made up English stomach contents tied to senseless notions
Its no matter if they dress real nice and sit up straight and stupid
And say their prayers in quiet ancient tongues
They're no different that the ones who close their eyes
And fall down to the ground
And twitch just like their nerves have come undone
So be it if they come to find out feeling good's
As easy as denying that there's day or night at all
Til what it takes to feel a thing seems so far out of reach
They just claw their skin and grind their teeth and bawl
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Made Up English Oceans Lyrics as written by John Cooley
Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
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The Anglicans are coming.
All other things being equal an individual’s mind will take Steely Dan dogma will influence with differing prejudices depending on the dogma an individual has been filtrated. In other words someone in England might think "douchebag American" and someone in American might think "separation of church and state, motherfucker" or Catherine of Aragon.
In light of the chance that someone will read this will negative bias I will take a chance.
Our associations strongly influence our biases. The ability to remove our biases and filter our emotions opens one’s mind sets someone free. The ability to determine what something is before determining where to place it turns the kind’s hand into a tyrant. Blind allegiance to devotion turns a man into pawn and sucks the soul from his life. The truly enlightened individuals seek the often sought rarely obtainable balance between the two adherents in this inverse of perceptions.
Hood opens with the the assimilation of people and territories. The claimed "made up English oceans" feed people with false philosophy which fuels their repetitive day to day tasks.
The third verse is actually about the ability of “simple minded” men to follow a philosophy. Timothy Leary was a loud mouthed belligerent, Henry Ford was just a dumb man. The difference between an alcoholic and a genius is in the ability to pace oneself and keep your mouth shut, Leary never accomplished this feat even on acid. Ford was stuck in his ways.
Philosophy gives one the ability to see the big picture, and keep your eye on the prize. Most worldly accomplishments require adherence to a daily routine. Common sense but elusive in some fields.
I think Patterson’s age and outlook in life have influenced this song.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s all about how you make the people around you feel - as far as any one philosophy.
All empires must fall but the SEC will rise again (the good one not the bad one). Sic semper tyrannis.
@bkabbott I feel good about that comment but I do think Hood was taking jabs at Isbell. <br /> <br />
@bkabbott I'm sorry for not knowing who wrote this song, I'm sorry for being 27 years old and writing like I am so smart.<br /> <br /> I'm a big fan of the Truckers. I saw them play multiple times. One night I wore a white t shirt and I talked shit. That's because I was sexually abused and I just wasn't doing very well.<br /> <br /> I look forward to hearing these guys play again one day :)