“Running my mouth like a cotton mill spinning. Your feet stood still, but your heart wasn’t in it.” Guitars and banjos accompany this love story about a man who married, had children, served in the military, came home and tried to learn to survive in the freedom he thought he was fighting for. Powerful short story that is easy to listen to many times, and fills four minutes with many thoughts. I love songs like this that can take my mind into a new direction every time I hear it. Shoutouts for the powerful story hidden deep in Concrete (“every day your seasons change”), and Don’t Run (“this town is dying faster than me”). Israel Nash GripkaSaturday, January 17, 2009
Israel Nash Gripka - Evening
“Running my mouth like a cotton mill spinning. Your feet stood still, but your heart wasn’t in it.” Guitars and banjos accompany this love story about a man who married, had children, served in the military, came home and tried to learn to survive in the freedom he thought he was fighting for. Powerful short story that is easy to listen to many times, and fills four minutes with many thoughts. I love songs like this that can take my mind into a new direction every time I hear it. Shoutouts for the powerful story hidden deep in Concrete (“every day your seasons change”), and Don’t Run (“this town is dying faster than me”). Israel Nash Gripka
