An old fashioned story-song with a creepy angel chorus and some crazy guitar licks.
Everything you love about music condensed into perfect indie-pop ditties.
Thrift Shop Fashion Show is my new project. Its a revolving door of musicians, currently featuring only myself.
Story behind the song
This started as a murder ballad about a man who kills a hitchhiker, but I thought the story of the hitchhiker was more interesting. The echo of the guitar in the bridge and the angel choir are happy accidents.
Lyrics
The Traveler
There was a man who walked across the desert
Bothered by his thoughts more than the weather
Oh he used to be a soldier, So used to following orders
Now he’s lost
He walked until his feet had touched the ocean
And he thought of going on, Oh just the notion
Of being swallowed whole, Another waterlogged soul
Just because
And he said please
Take me somewhere, I don’t exist
But I left him by the road (3x)
And said, you cannot exist on your own
There was a man who lived off barley water
Dedicating shots to his favorite daughter
Oh it seems so long ago, Now he doesn’t even know
Her name
And he asked me if I’d ever been to heaven
Must have been some strange vibe I was sending
He asked me to take him there, I told him everywhere
Was Just the Same
And he said please
Take me somewhere, I’ve never lived
But I left him by the road (3x)
And said, you can’t stop living on your own
We talked about David, We talked about sin
We talked about History, And we talked about Bob Dylan
Knocking on Heaven’s Door
But I left him by the road (3x)
And said, Son you’re going home
I left him by the road (3x)
And said Son you’re going home
Son you’re going home
Going home
