FAWM: "Tumbleweed"

Tumbleweed

Liner Notes

#folk #acapella Long drive, sharing a bit of the road with you all. Much love Aware that the lyrics aren’t really that close to the demo. Sorry for any whiplash!

Lyrics

110 miles to London 110 miles to home 450 more southbound A hotel where I’ll be alone

Ohio is clogging the left lane My worry, I drink from my cup She’s hot so I never could leave her The only one keeping me up

Thought only nomads rode horses Have 85 under my hood Hauling tools for digging up jewels Providing like any man should It’s not like I don’t keep a schedule When I wonder where all the time goes Working and rambling, smoking and gambling All that this tumbleweed knows

All of the Great Plains are frozen The fields are all taking a break I’m sure that John Deere is sleeping From all the nights spent wide awake Waiting for the spring time To sew all the fields that have thawed Back to working for people Checks from markets Thanks from God

Thought only nomads road horses There’s 85 under my hood Hauling tools digging up jewels Providing like any man should It’s not like I don’t keep a schedule When I wonder where all the time goes Working and rambling smoking, and gambling all that this tumbleweed knows

Pensive is this prospector Who asks for the need of this gold? Designing opportunities for markets to sell the people who’ve already sold I helped prop up the tables Where most the gambling is done Hoping to snatch up a loose chip or two And tell all my family I’ve won

Thought only nomads rode horses There’s 85 under my hood Hauling tools for digging up jewels Providing like any man should It’s not like I don’t keep a schedule When I wonder where all the time goes Working and rambling, smoking and gambling all that this tumbleweed knows

They’re out there digging a quarry In a town with a problem with rocks Surrounded by big tech invaders And gold digging men by the flocks

I can see clear from my wagon The way that the money trees grow The green is made high on the branches Sucked up from the brown roots below

Thought only nomads road horses There’s 85 under my hood Hauling tools for digging up jewels Providing like any man should It’s not like I don’t keep a schedule When I wonder where all the time goes Working and rambling smoking, and gambling Is all that this tumbleweed knows

Comments

@jeremykazoo 2d

This is so genuine exactly as it is, the road noise, the simple beat. Your voice contained in the cab. And a lyric that tells the whole story. This is such a compelling and honest recording.

A harmony vocal on the last time through the last chorus would be mind blowing to close this off. Someone was in the back the whole time!

@trashmilk 2d

Thanks, I really value having a mix of terrible quality recordings like the one-shots I do off my phone and “less terrible” quality recordings of the hotel studio. It’s been fun to try different formats, challenges, and jus doing what I like to make something catchy.

The plot would thicken to a frozen, reduced molasses if that was the case. Details at 11!

@cathreu 4d

This is so cool. Love the road noise. Weird how well the lyrics and melody carry this with almost nothing else. Love that the monotony of the long road birthed this sing-a-long.

@trashmilk 4d

Thanks for listening to this one! I recorded while driving, so it’s as authentic as it gets (don’t try this at home! Not that you could anyway!)