Barbed Wire Boys…and giving thanks.

Because I am headed “home” for part of the day, a bit of the holiday not spent in my rituals of solitude. And I am from the midwest but don’t wish to live here necessarily.

Because I am thinking of the past and looking to the future and most importantly…
living in the moment. Because life carries me with it’s beauty and staggers me with it’s challenges.

Because Susan Werner currently has me on my knees (oh stop it – well that would be fine actually – Susan I am on my knees). I am so disgusting…not really I am, after all a Virgo.

I share the words to an amazing song by the one and only Susan Werner —

Barbed Wire Boys, Susan Werner

BARBED WIRE BOYS
From: New Non-Fiction (2001)
Copyright © Susan Werner

Well I come from the rural Midwest
It’s the land I love more than all the rest
It’s the place I know and understand
Like a false-front building
Like the back of my hand
And the men I knew when I was coming up
Were sober as coffee in a Styrofoam cup
There were Earls and Rays, Harlans and Roys
They were full-grown men
They were barbed wire boys

They raised grain and cattle on the treeless fields
Sat at the head of the table and prayed before meals
Prayed an Our Father and that was enough
Pray more than that and you couldn’t stay tough
Tough as the busted thumbnails on the weathered hands
They worked the gold plate off their wedding bands
And they never complained, no they never made noise
And they never left home
These barbed wire boys

‘Cos their wildest dreams were all fenced in
By the weight of family, by the feeling of sin
That’ll prick your skin at the slightest touch
If you reach too far, if you feel too much
So their deepest hopes never were expressed
Just beat like bird’s wings in the cage of their chest
All the restless longings, all the secret joys
That never were set free
In the barbed wire boys

And now one by one they’re departing this earth
And it’s clear to me now ‘xactly what they’re worth
Oh they were just like Atlas holding up the sky
You never heard him speak, you never saw him cry
But where do the tears go, that you never shed
Where do the words go, that you never said
Well there’s a blink of the eye, there’s a catch in the voice
That is the unsung song
Of the barbed wire boys

Now when you go to buy the above song — she covers her own song best in my opinion on her new live album recorded at Club Passim, with that same title. Trust me – a better version than on her album New Non-Fiction.

What singer/songwriter you are aware of is so smart, so funny, so sensitive to write lines so god damned achingly beautiful as…

So their deepest
hopes were never expressed
just beat like birds wings
in the cage of their chests

May you crack your rib like Adam and give birth to your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. Now or Eve-entually. Really they can’t wait so go get them!

Thank you for visiting my blog — I send you all love on this Thanksgiving.

peace-
janet

Ah look what I finally found (audio is a little hard to hear but worth it)…

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2 Responses to “Barbed Wire Boys…and giving thanks.”

  1. That was simply beautiful, thank you for sharing. Am certainly going to look into this artist too. Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. Very nice blog!

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Barbed Wire Boys…and giving thanks.

Because I am headed “home” for part of the day, a bit of the holiday not spent in my rituals of solitude. And I am from the midwest but don’t wish to live here necessarily.

Because I am thinking of the past and looking to the future and most importantly…
living in the moment. Because life carries me with it’s beauty and staggers me with it’s challenges.

Because Susan Werner currently has me on my knees (oh stop it – well that would be fine actually – Susan I am on my knees). I am so disgusting…not really I am, after all a Virgo.

I share the words to an amazing song by the one and only Susan Werner —

Barbed Wire Boys, Susan Werner

BARBED WIRE BOYS
From: New Non-Fiction (2001)
Copyright © Susan Werner

Well I come from the rural Midwest
It’s the land I love more than all the rest
It’s the place I know and understand
Like a false-front building
Like the back of my hand
And the men I knew when I was coming up
Were sober as coffee in a Styrofoam cup
There were Earls and Rays, Harlans and Roys
They were full-grown men
They were barbed wire boys

They raised grain and cattle on the treeless fields
Sat at the head of the table and prayed before meals
Prayed an Our Father and that was enough
Pray more than that and you couldn’t stay tough
Tough as the busted thumbnails on the weathered hands
They worked the gold plate off their wedding bands
And they never complained, no they never made noise
And they never left home
These barbed wire boys

‘Cos their wildest dreams were all fenced in
By the weight of family, by the feeling of sin
That’ll prick your skin at the slightest touch
If you reach too far, if you feel too much
So their deepest hopes never were expressed
Just beat like bird’s wings in the cage of their chest
All the restless longings, all the secret joys
That never were set free
In the barbed wire boys

And now one by one they’re departing this earth
And it’s clear to me now ‘xactly what they’re worth
Oh they were just like Atlas holding up the sky
You never heard him speak, you never saw him cry
But where do the tears go, that you never shed
Where do the words go, that you never said
Well there’s a blink of the eye, there’s a catch in the voice
That is the unsung song
Of the barbed wire boys

Now when you go to buy the above song — she covers her own song best in my opinion on her new live album recorded at Club Passim, with that same title. Trust me – a better version than on her album New Non-Fiction.

What singer/songwriter you are aware of is so smart, so funny, so sensitive to write lines so god damned achingly beautiful as…

So their deepest
hopes were never expressed
just beat like birds wings
in the cage of their chests

May you crack your rib like Adam and give birth to your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations. Now or Eve-entually. Really they can’t wait so go get them!

Thank you for visiting my blog — I send you all love on this Thanksgiving.

peace-
janet

Ah look what I finally found (audio is a little hard to hear but worth it)…

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