Pulaski
She was fresh out of college
First one in her family to go
And California seemed like heaven
Pulaski, Tennessee was her home
She worked on losing her southern accent
Turned her back on her Baptist ways
She bought some clothes that barely covered
Her fair skinned body, went to Nashville and caught a plane
The clouds rushed beneath her
As the L.A. smog filled the air
And she smiled when the airlock opened
And the Pacific breeze blew through her hair
She thought about the boys from Alabama
Who came into town every Friday night
And drank beer out of big glass quart bottles
And left their trail of blood and tears behind
She thought the men in California would be different
She'd grown up watching them on her TV
But the men she came to know in California
Left her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee
Good ideas always start with a full glass
And just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed
Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog
On a dirt road somewhere in Tennessee
The storefronts are all filled up with eyeballs
As the policemen clear out the street
For a line of cars with their headlights burning
Driving slow through Pulaski, Tennessee
First one in her family to go
And California seemed like heaven
Pulaski, Tennessee was her home
She worked on losing her southern accent
Turned her back on her Baptist ways
She bought some clothes that barely covered
Her fair skinned body, went to Nashville and caught a plane
The clouds rushed beneath her
As the L.A. smog filled the air
And she smiled when the airlock opened
And the Pacific breeze blew through her hair
She thought about the boys from Alabama
Who came into town every Friday night
And drank beer out of big glass quart bottles
And left their trail of blood and tears behind
She thought the men in California would be different
She'd grown up watching them on her TV
But the men she came to know in California
Left her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee
Good ideas always start with a full glass
And just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed
Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog
On a dirt road somewhere in Tennessee
The storefronts are all filled up with eyeballs
As the policemen clear out the street
For a line of cars with their headlights burning
Driving slow through Pulaski, Tennessee
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I just recently posted Cartoon Gold on facebook after a listen came up and it was fresh in my mind. "I'm not good with numbers, I just count on knowing when I'm high enough". I take every chance I get to try and pass these guys on to people interested in music as a whole and am glad I'm not the only one. This gives me ideas for my next blog, not to be a copy cat, but I don't get the time often to sit down and do this while in the comfort of my own home as is the case tonight. We'll see what I brew up.
btw- I am listening to the new Chevelle as I type, finally getting around to it and I must agree, its pretty damn good so far. Haven't listened to these guys in years.
Dude, Chevelle is one of those bands that, when they broke out, I thought, "great anyone of those bands," then all the other bands like that lost their balls, and Chevelle kept on rocking. I've really warmed up to them the last three-four years, and I hope they put out albums like this til they die.