Having moved out of my home to escape abuse last year, and having just lost my grandfather last month, this song just leaves me in floods of tears. It's really really beautiful. Not looking for any sympathy, this just seemed like an okay place to share this sort of thing.
Well, I left my home on hollow bones While you were curled and sleeping And I wandered far beneath a concrete star And I slept along the highways But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same; you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter And I found a wheel that squeaks and squeals And I left it on your doorstep 'Cause I heard that you might be broken, too And I thought it could keep you company And even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter
HOW does anyone know this life that I would wish upon no one but myself...??? How can I ever THANK YOU for just...KNOWING that part of my story? How can I ever say how sorry I am for what I KNOW you went through? All those moments...with all these FEELINGS. They just never go away do they? I struggle to find words at 40. I know it was no easy road for you to find them either. But thank you for reaching me...connecting with me...SURVIVING it all... The cost was heavy for us both. But... I LOVE YOU FOR EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE...as it should be...and I FEEL YOU...no matter where we are. Amen 💜
ive grown up listening to your music, knowing that the songs/musician’s work that got me through middle school are getting a revamp later this fall during my senior year strikes a nostalgic chord in me. please come to Southern California if you can, your music has always sounded like coming home for a folksy queer kid like me and I’ll never be able to eloquently express how much I appreciate your music! thank you for creating songs, existing, etc etc, hearing this song again w this gorgeous new rendition has me all sappy :]
On March 2nd, 2020, I can die a (mostly) complete person because on March 1st, 2020, I will have finally seen Ben Cooper live! Thanks for coming to Cleveland Ben!! Ohio loves you 😻
This song to me sounds like the story of two friends, one corrupted and the other a trying savior. It's about how the corrupt one had left their last good friend alone because he had drawn the last straw. And though the trying savior still cared for him and told him they'd still be there when needed, they started drifting and losing hope they'd ever grow together again. That's why it says "even when i'm lost all the time, i've got hooks on my side that you left there. but you're not the same. you died along the way." (the hooks as like something he could tug on at anytime and the good friend will coe fishing him out from the deeps of his despair, something like that, but now he can no longer rely on that despite it still possible to reconcile again) And in the verses "and i found a wheel that squeaks and squeals and i left it on your doorstep, cause' i heard you might be broken too, and i thought it could keep you company" to me sounds like the "corrupt" friend left memories and trinkets of sorts that would remind the good friend instead of the good days of their times together, and it comes in some form of apology. And wheels go round and round, so it's like he's leaving the other friend a loop of all their best memories together. "Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter" to me means the two friends still care for each other, and they wish someday they could find an excuse to see each other again and reconcile, bring back the warmth they used to make together. Yeah. Well, I guess I may just be projecting here, but yeah. I wonder if this makes any sense, heh.
