would you take me back north carolina?
would you take me back arkansas?
blissful days still there to remember,
methamphetamine was the final straw.
so i’ve never actually been to arkansas (i don’t think) and i have definitely never done meth (not really into bugging out for days on end and losing all my teeth that i spent far too many youthful years correcting following an expired attachment to my thumb), but i will say that this song is among the top 12. always somewhere in rotation. at least as frequently as iPod shuffle mode feels like playing it.
it makes me want to roll the windows down.
and go to the blue ridge parkway.
which is an appropriate daydream as i sit barricaded in my house under a comical amount of snow.
[okay so barricaded might be a stretch, but i’m taking a day off from walking around waist deep in the white stuff. i debated it all day long and then remembered everything i own is soaking wet anyway.]
farrar, take it away. and while you’re at it, give your buddy tweedy a call. you 2 had a good thing going once upon a time.
<insert perplexed expression>
or don’t call him and just continue throwing daggers at the poster-sized photo of him that you likely have mounted in your garage.
i’m sure he’s doing the same.
<insert additional perplexed expression>
happier times.
and also, perhaps, a little foreshadowing.
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