The Tallest Man on Earth: Walk The Line

September 6, 2011

I came across this song three or four weeks back, and I can’t get it out of my head. I find myself listening to it on repeat for hours at a time, and so I thought I’d share it. I know nothing about the artist. I know nothing about the message. There’s just something about it that I can’t ignore. It’s like a landslide, relentless, inevitable, that holds my rapt attention. Here are the lyrics:

The Tallest Man On Earth

Walk The Line

Well it’s the season of thunder,
And the season of rain.
All the little angels are growing wings of pain.

And I see no point in asking.
There’s no point of return.
When I steal those rings, well I know I’ll have to burn.

He said you bring me down, oh child.
He said you bring me down, oh child.

And I will fly through the lightning.
When the thunder will strike.
All tomorrow’s parties will dance before my eyes.

And I will scream like an eagle,
When i fly above your house,
Just to bring salvation to peasants and their wives.

He said you bring me down, oh child.
He said you bring me down, oh child.
I ain’t gonna walk the line!

Well I see Jesus and Judas,
Making love now of course,
And all the Roman emperors hanging up their whores.

And I see no point in landing.
I see no need to learn.
From the day we’re lifted we know we’ll have to burn.

He said you bring me down, oh child.
He said you bring me down, oh child.
I ain’t gonna walk the line!

I said, “Please, don’t shoot me down.”
I said, “Please, don’t shoot me down.” Oh!
I said, “Please, don’t shoot me down.”
I said, “Please, don’t shoot me down.” Oh!
I ain’t gonna walk the line!

I feel the arrows and bullets,
They are combing my hair,
And all my feathers falling so slowly from the air.

And from the speed of my body,
Earth will pile up my bones,
From my little skull –Oh!– just a little whisper comes

He said, Oh! Bring me down, oh child.
He said you bring me down oh child…
I ain’t gonna walk the line… Oh… Oooh…

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Again, I have no analysis, no frame of reference. I’m mesmerized by the thought of sitting around a campfire with this fellow with his acoustic guitar. I smell pine trees, and there’s a lake somewhere nearby, with the gentle murmur of waves lapping against canoes grounded in the sand. I can’t explain why, but it’s just a gorgeous mental image that I can’t quite shake. I hope you enjoy it.


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