When The Weight Comes Down

October 15, 2006 at 7:26 pm (Black Stone Cherry)

Ya’ll, I need a new tat. I’ve had my other one for almost three years and it’s time. The guy who did my other one is back and forth with keeping his shop open, which sucks, but he’s also a nurse, which rocks because he’s very clean and, well, clinical about it. I also haven’t decided whether I’m going for the right hip or my back. I have a deep trough where my spine is so having a tat across my back is not very viable. I think he and I had discussed designing vertical tats to go on either side of my spine.

If anyone has instant inspiration, hey, let me know. I’m open.

Lights out on 42nd street in New York City
The Ohio’s runnin’ backwards down in Louisville, Kentucky
There’s a fire on the plains of Kansas City, Kansas
Somebody dropped the bomb
The Louisiana swamps are turnin’ red
The Memphis train ain’t ever gonna run again
There’s a fog rollin’ on to Boston, Massachusetts
Who’s got the smokin’ gun
(Chorus)
So where to you wanna be
When all hell breaks loose
Where do you wanna go
When the weight comes down
Watch for foreign soldiers
They’ll try to break your neck
And I just wanna break your heart
When the weight comes down
Better run for shelter
These times will break your mind
And I just wanna break your heartThere’s too much blood down in the Texas oil
The Rocky Mountain Tops are the only place free
What ever happened to the Carolina beaches
I miss those Georgia peaches

(Chorus)

Fat wonder this is one of my favorites. Out of the ten places mentioned, I have been to seven to of them. No matter what happens in the world, our lives go on. The sun comes up, we live, we love, our interpersonal relationships continue.

It reminds me of Armageddon, which is a not so nice thought, but is also about who would you want to face your worst days with? Whether it be personal proportions or Biblical proportions. In some ways it reminds me of knowing someone is breaking your heart, that they don’t feel the same way, or if they do, they’re not ready for it. They can’t accept what you’re offering.

My friend Beanie and I were chatting and I asked her why it is that when I’m interested in someone they aren’t interested in me, or they just want to be friends or they have a girlfriend or they’re married? She said she wished she could answer that. I reason so that when I do meet that special someone, I’ll be more grateful and less likely to take them for granted than I would otherwise.

People break your hearts in more ways than one. It’s not always about being heartbroken because someone leaves you, is mean to you, or cheats on you. Being in love alone is sometimes enough to break your heart, just because you know they love you and you love them, but it just won’t work out. It’s nobody’s fault. It’s just the way it is.

All that sounds negative but really, when you hear it, when you hear how it’s sang, it’s beautiful. And the guitar, its almost a religious experience. It reaches out and takes you by the “V” where the cups of your bra meet and doesn’t let go, just sucks you right in. (If you don’t wear a bra, well, make up your own analogy) When the weight comes down, who do you want standing by your side? Who would you seek shelter with? Who would you allow to break your heart and still forgive them?