“Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience-laden…”

A song I’ve heard a thousand times before played on the radio again tonight while I was driving home from a late appointment: Gerry Rafferty’s “Baker Street”:

First time I’ve really stopped and paid close attention to it and now am perusing its lyrics.

Winding your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day, you’ll drink the night away
And forget about everything.

This city desert makes you feel so cold
It’s got so many people but it’s got no soul
And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong
When you thought it held everything.

You used to think that it was so easy,
You used to say that it was so easy
But you’re tryin’, you’re tryin’ now.
Another year and then you’d be happy
Just one more year and then you’d be happy
But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.

Way down the street there’s a light in his place
He opens the door, he’s got that look on his face
And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen
And you talk about anything.

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land
He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he’ll settle down in some quiet little town
And forget about everything.

But you know he’ll always keep movin’
You know he’s never gonna stop movin’
Cause he’s rollin’, he’s a rollin’ stone.
And when you wake up it’s a new morning
The sun is shining, it’s a new morning
But you’re going, you’re going home.

Hmm. Sobering, beautiful song. Epic sound to it. Love the saxophone.

Another that’s been playing in my car recently that I hadn’t listened to in a minute is Stone Temple Pilots’ “Big Empty”:

Drivin’ faster in my car
falling farther from just what we are
smoke a cigarette and lie some more
these conversations kill
falling faster in my car

time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to take a ride
it leaves today no conversation
time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to wait too long
to wait too long

too much walkin’, shoes worn thin
too much trippin’ and my soul’s worn thin
time to catch a ride
it leaves today, her name is what it means
too much walkin’, shoes worn thin

Conversations kill

Well, those conversations are over. I’m not fucking proud of myself these days and haven’t been in a long time. So I’m back at home, working it out without the distraction of the barscene for a spell. It’s already promising to be a long couple of weeks, and so be it. Something’s gotta give.

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3 Responses to “Time to take her home, her dizzy head is conscience-laden…”

  1. Wyrd Smythe says:

    Baker Street was long one of my favorite tunes, and Rafferty’s album that it comes from, City to City is one of those rare albums where I love every song on it.

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