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Untitled Third Albums and Radiohead

Updated: Jul 14

Apparently, a lot of my new songs are about things that happened a decade or more ago. I didn't do that on purpose, but as I dive further and further down the rabbit hole of the music I was listening to in the mid-2000s in the aftermath of my syllabi-and-whiskey bender last night, I'm noticing a ton of connections between that music and the music I'm currently in the midst of recording and ordering into albums.


An example: I've been listening to Radiohead all afternoon at work, and "Karma Police" just popped on, which is a song that's explicitly referenced (along with Ryan Adams' "Friends" and Springsteen's "Darkness On the Edge of Town" and the Rolling Stones' "You Can't Always Get What You Want" and Bob Dylan's "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" and Chris Remo's "Ol' Shoshone") in my new song "Maps."


It's another song that doesn't have a final mix yet, but it's one of my favorites and hopefully you'll like it when I'm done. Here are the lyrics as they are now:


I left home when I was twenty-four

To leave the kid I was behind (for good)

I cut my hand on some glass the night before

So the wheel was sticky with my blood


A compass, an atlas, and a truck full of odds and ends

I was too heavy to disappear (with her)

As Ryan sang “Won’t you miss your friends?”

I cried because I wasn’t sure


And I was following the roads

As they spread out like veins from the heart of my home

Outrunning all my ghosts

The blank spaces on the map are where I’ll always roam


We settled down into the middle of nowhere

Then she said that it was time for her (to go)

I’d stand in the darkness at the edge of town and stare

I’ve never felt more alone


I fell in love, when I was twenty-six

With a sad-eyed girl who loved the road (like me)

But she had a home, and a family that she missed

We both knew it wasn’t meant to be


She slept in my bed while I sat and smoked out front

And Radiohead played Karma (Police)

I realized sometimes you can’t get what you want

But you might still get what you need


I kept following the roads

As they spread out like veins from the heart of my home

Outrunning all my ghosts

The blank spaces on the map are where I’ll always roam


The summer when I turned twenty-nine

I crossed the country on highway (two)

It was me and Neal, and a new best friend of mine

And that same old atlas to see us through


It took eight days, through forests, dunes, and plains

We drove all day and slept out in (the air)

And in the end, the wisdom of all that space

Descended on us like an asphalt prayer


Now me and my best friend, we live out in the woods

But I still hear the road singing (its song)

And every time I do, I put down all my shoulds

And hope that she’ll still come along


I'm still following the roads

As they spread out like veins from the heart of my home

Outrunning all my ghosts

The blank spaces on the map are where I’ll always roam

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