you can take the boy out of the country, but…

a couple of weekends ago i went with jennifer and her kids to the george ranch south of sugarland. they were having re-enactments of the runaway scrape during the day, then in the evening the failed mier expedition and black bean incident. (“what’s all that then?”, you ask — time to bone up on your Texas history, you cretin.) the day was beautiful and there was a lot of open land and the 1930’s george ranch house had a great two-sided wrap around screened porch. a lot of it reminded me of my grandfather’s house in art, Texas (except my family was a lot poorer than the george family so the house is much smaller and only one story). it really brought back how nice it is to sit on a porch on a nice day looking out at trees and fields and just doing nothing. i need to help get that house fixed up. then i need to figure out how i can live there or at least live closer to it so it’s convenient to visit. anyway, here’s a song that sort of fits in with all of this…

artist: grandaddy
album: sumday
song: the group who couldn’t say
the tale i’m gonna tell
is about the group who couldn’t say
together they discoverd with each other
the perfection of an outdoor day
they had won some kind of prize
for selling way more stuff than the other guys
they were the shrewdest unit movers
so their bosses got ’em tours of the countryside
holly saw a certain bird
but she couldn’t work up any words
she kinda lost her shoes ‘n’ lost her mind
and smashed her phone upon a fallen pine
and darrell couldn’t talk at all
he wondered how the trees had grown to be so tall
he calculated all the height and width and density
for insurance purposes
and at the desktop there’s crying sounds
for all the projects due and no one else is around
and the sprinklers that come on at 3am
sound like crowds of people asking
“are you happy what you’re doing?”
becky wondered why she’d never noticed dragonflies
her drag’n’click had never yielded
anything as perfect as a dragonfly
and then the supervisor stood right in the creek
and it felt really good
and that’s about the time he finally had realized
the importance of this day
that’s about the time he realized
that he was with the group who couldn’t say
and it felt so good it hurt
forget the words they were
the group who couldn’t say

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