Sweet River keep me rolling

Earlier this week I spoke of how I was needing some good "summery" music to get me past the cold and mid-winter mood that has settled over my neighborhood and mind. This morning I thought I'd share one of the groups that spend a great deal of time playing on my ipod, all year round. "Waterdeep" is a great indie (sort of) group that I really love and hope you will too.
Here's is a singalong version of their song, "Sweet River Roll." This song is indeed a melancholy one, but somehow the chorus fills me with hope.
May hope keeps you rolling through your week too...

Here are the lyrics if you prefer to read them:

Homebound Henry's got a tumor in his head
He wakes up every morning after dreaming he was dead
He used to think that life was boring, but now that's not the case
He turns to his wife in the evening, he says "Honey I'm afraid I'm gonna lose this race."

Sweet River, roll all over me
Sweet River, roll all over me

Soaking wet Juliet- she lives in a well full of tears
Her husband left her for some bimbo after twenty-two years
Now she's got to start all over, but she's just so terrified
She thinks it woulda been so much easier if he woulda just died

And I'm lookin out my car window sittin' in the pouring rain
Although your house is fifteen miles away, I can still feel your pain
I've thought and prayed and worked it through about a hundred times or more
How your soul just cries to everyone to help you get up off the floor
Right now it's morning, you're probably sleepin', totally unaware
of the flood of kisses you hold back by the way that you despair
It ain't me I'm talking about here, or anybody else you can touch
That's all I want to say right now, I don't want to say too much

except Sweet Jesus, roll all over me
Sweet Jesus, roll all over me...
You gotta come down and just set me free

Comments

Mel said…

:-)

Thanks for the lift this morning.

Ya know he was hoping that wouldn't go up on your blog, dontcha.......LOL

Wonderfully effective, though.

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