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about
Say ZuZu bassist Jon Pistey and I lived in a cramped old house next to the Polish-American Club in Newmarket, New Hampshire. It was about halfway down a hill, and there was no greenspace. So every drop of rain ran downhill to main street. When I hear John Hartford’s “Gentle On My Mind,” I hear a songwriter who has opened a spigot and allows the lyrics to flow where they will. I tried to take that approach here, and wrote “Still” in the living room of that tiny house during a rainstorm and the words spilled out. At Ardent Studio, Jon Nolan plays the same mellotron that Mike Mills used on REM’s “Green,” and we use the same reverb tank on Tim’s snare that you hear on Steve Earle’s “Billy Austin.”
lyrics
Days come dripping like rain from the gutters
Into alleyways and roads, then running down hill.
Still you walk and breath the ghosts
Of those that you had loved the most
And wonder in your heart if they’re doing all right.
Still you wish to wake beside her
Or feel her climb in bed beside you,
Or wish that you could make her smile.
Still it hurts to think of her goodbye.
Questions they will drip and fall
Like water through an old rock walk,
Or a spigot that you can’t shut off,
Though you keep on turning.
Still you wish to run and hide
And tell yourself that you never tried
Though you know full well it’s a blatant lie,
Sometimes it seems easier.
So you watch the kids come home from school
Across the street feeling like they’re freed from pens,
And digging into desks.
But your heart feels like it’s been gouged out
And still you can’t believe that somebody so good
Could make you feel so bad.
So you wonder if love’s a toy you broke,
Or someone’s mean and rotten joke
Meant to slip you up, or trip you down,
And dump you on your head.
And the thing that frightens you the most
Is still you haven’t got a clue
And worst of all you know that it ain’t for a lack of tryin’.
And you know you’ll never wake beside her,
Or feel her climb in bed beside you,
Or wish that you would make her smile,
And you’ll always hurt to think of her goodbye.
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