Going to Water Pony Bradshaw
"Going to Water" by Pony Bradshaw is a #Folk song released in 2020. The lyrics explore themes of introspection, longing, and the search for solace in nature. The narrator reflects on personal struggles and the healing power of water, symbolizing renewal and escape. Musically, the track features a blend of acoustic instrumentation and emotive vocals, creating an intimate atmosphere. The song resonates with listeners seeking connection to their roots and the natural world, contributing to its cultural relevance in today's exploration of mental health and self-discovery.
[Verse 1]
Covering these tracks and counting our ribs
By the burn of a candle, each other's dark twin
Our bodies blanched and curved with disease
But we've got panache and these few dead teeth
Rosie's in the bathtub, shuffling paint swatches
A law unto herself, way outside of the margins
Check the front door, make sure it's locked
Turn off the lamps, settle the dogs
At the throne of history in the county's dark hold
We've got a bucket full of beer and some hybrid prе-rolls
[Chorus]
I'm thinking 'bout a good night's sleep
Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet
I wish my back weren't giving mе hell
Off in the distance, the tolling of a bell
[Verse 2]
Mama wore a braid and corduroy pants
Didn't have no use for barbed wire fence
In a house full of cats, she didn't worry with the rats
Mama played her records and taught us boys to dance
Going to water in mineral bluff
Daydreaming 'bout my wife swimming in the buff
A memory I'll hold fast to, once and forever
Brick by brick we built this house together
Covering these tracks and counting our ribs
By the burn of a candle, each other's dark twin
Our bodies blanched and curved with disease
But we've got panache and these few dead teeth
Rosie's in the bathtub, shuffling paint swatches
A law unto herself, way outside of the margins
Check the front door, make sure it's locked
Turn off the lamps, settle the dogs
At the throne of history in the county's dark hold
We've got a bucket full of beer and some hybrid prе-rolls
[Chorus]
I'm thinking 'bout a good night's sleep
Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet
I wish my back weren't giving mе hell
Off in the distance, the tolling of a bell
[Verse 2]
Mama wore a braid and corduroy pants
Didn't have no use for barbed wire fence
In a house full of cats, she didn't worry with the rats
Mama played her records and taught us boys to dance
Going to water in mineral bluff
Daydreaming 'bout my wife swimming in the buff
A memory I'll hold fast to, once and forever
Brick by brick we built this house together
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