More songs by Tyler Childers
Description
Pedal Steel Guitar: James Barker
Vocal, Associated Performer, Composer, Additional Production, Lyricist: Tyler Childers
Bass: Craig Burletic
Acoustic Guitar: CJ Cain
Organ: Kory Caudill
Drums: Rod Elkins
Accordion: Matt Rowland
Acoustic Guitar: Jesse Wells
Producer: Rick Rubin
Additional Production: Nick Sanborn
Recording Engineer: Ryan Hewitt
Assistant Recording Engineer: Louis Remenapp
Mixing Engineer: Shawn Everett
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Ian Gold
Mastering Engineer: Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer: Steve Fallone
A& R Director: Dan Chertoff
A& R Director: Arielle Blattman
Engineer: Bo Bodnar
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two.
One, two, three, four.
I threw the rope and then let the heat rise to heat up the world, 'cause I thought it was mine.
And all the while my plants froze inside, 'cause there's only so much to go around.
And it took me some tries and a whole lot of killin', but with the lesson of life, it only took me a minute to learn there are some things better off freezing.
I can name you a few that I have found.
Hate is a thing that can poison your veins and get in your eyes when you're sweating on stage, shifting around for the clock on the wall to tell you it's all but over.
Bands, they keep rolling and times roll over.
Tripping your ear on the rumors they've heard flying above all the goodness below, shitting on cattle and clover.
Now, when I was a young boy, I thought I could try and an old timer sat down and wrenched me this sack.
And it couldn't be long with the knowledge I lacked while I learned a thing called spite.
Picked me up on Friday and he dropped me in Charlie's, told me when he'd be back and he went off to party.
And I sat on the hill like Jeremiah Johnson and froze my dumb ass off all night.
That's the way that I feel when I look up past and the handshakes you gave me the cold damn night and the stickers you tried to pass off as laughs.
And where I was never met mine.
Paranoia is a thing that you make it when sleep ain't a thing you recall and a habit you keep. One wolf boy's nightmare is another boy's dream.
It's all in the way that you hold it.
Hotels are lonely and I reckon I know why spending a night in between shows.
Look at the paint as it dried on the wall of a booger you just painted over.
It reminds me of a card game we played as a kid where you laid down the deck until you got to the end. But then our midst joker got lost 'neath the fridge.
Over time, all the queens moved in with him.
And they say the boy had him an absolute ball, but he ruined the card game for all us involved.
And I let it take me over like I could to enjoy it, and I hope I don't do that again.
English translation
One, two.
One, two, three, four.
I threw the rope and then let the heat rise to heat up the world, 'cause I thought it was mine.
And all the while my plants froze inside, 'cause there's only so much to go around.
And it took me some tries and a whole lot of killin', but with the lesson of life, it only took me a minute to learn there are some things better off freezing.
I can name you a few that I have found.
Hate is a thing that can poison your veins and get in your eyes when you're sweating on stage, shifting around for the clock on the wall to tell you it's all but over.
Bands, they keep rolling and times roll over.
Tripping your ear on the rumors they've heard flying above all the goodness below, shitting on cattle and clover.
Now, when I was a young boy, I thought I could try and an old timer sat down and wrenched me this sack.
And it couldn't be long with the knowledge I lacked while I learned a thing called spite.
Picked me up on Friday and he dropped me in Charlie's, told me when he'd be back and he went off to party.
And I sat on the hill like Jeremiah Johnson and froze my dumb ass off all night.
That's the way that I feel when I look up past and the handshakes you gave me the cold damn night and the stickers you tried to pass off as laughs.
And where I was never met mine.
Paranoia is a thing that you make it when sleep ain't a thing you recall and a habit you keep. One wolf boy's nightmare is another boy's dream.
It's all in the way that you hold it.
Hotels are lonely and I reckon I know why spending a night in between shows.
Look at the paint as it dried on the wall of a booger you just painted over.
It reminds me of a card game we played as a kid where you laid down the deck until you got to the end. But then our midst joker got lost 'neath the fridge.
Over time, all the queens moved in with him.
And they say the boy had him an absolute ball, but he ruined the card game for all us involved.
And I let it take me over like I could to enjoy it, and I hope I don't do that again.