{"id":119,"date":"2012-01-31T14:51:30","date_gmt":"2012-01-31T14:51:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/?p=119"},"modified":"2012-01-31T14:54:00","modified_gmt":"2012-01-31T14:54:00","slug":"spiritwood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/2012\/01\/spiritwood\/","title":{"rendered":"Spiritwood"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>by Gord Sellar<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Wake up before dawn, and with any luck<br \/>\nOut on the highway, we&#8217;re the only truck,<br \/>\nDust in tail-lights,<br \/>\nWe drive on through the night,<br \/>\nNever see a light&#8230;<br \/>\nBut you know, it&#8217;s alright&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And as the sun comes up, we finally stop,<br \/>\nTo get some coffee in a truck stop,<br \/>\nThe people sound strange here,<br \/>\nSmell of savoured beer,<br \/>\nSmile and call you &#8220;dear.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Look up high, at the geese up in the sky,<br \/>\nThey are winging their way homeward.<br \/>\nHere we are, and we&#8217;ve come so very far,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sure that we&#8217;ll make Spiritwood by dawn.<\/p>\n<p>They speak with words that make no sense to you,<br \/>\nAnd we begin to talk just like we used to do,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t want to go,<br \/>\nI tell you &#8217;bout the snow<br \/>\nBut I guess you&#8217;ll never know&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Look up high, at the geese up in the sky,<br \/>\nThey are winging their way homeward.<br \/>\nHere we are, and we&#8217;ve come so very far,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sure that we&#8217;ll make Spiritwood by dawn.<\/p>\n<p>This place I&#8217;m from that you will never see,<br \/>\nThis place I want to take you, there with me<br \/>\nWe&#8217;d drive until the end<br \/>\nof night, and maybe then,<br \/>\nwe&#8217;d go back home again.<\/p>\n<p>Look up high, at the geese up in the sky,<br \/>\nThey are winging their way homeward.<br \/>\nHere we are, and we&#8217;ve come so very far,<br \/>\nI&#8217;m sure that we&#8217;ll make Spiritwood by dawn.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Despite my dislike of a lot of country music, this is a sort of folksy-country-ish song I wrote for Dabang Band. Probably it was the influence of Yo La Tengo&#8217;s Ride the Tiger that got this kind of sound in my head &#8212; I vaguely remember album sounding a little country-tinged to me, something about the guitar-picking and the very simple drumming on a lot of songs, but also the singing; the album implanted a very earnest melody and a tumbling brush-snare drumbeat in my mind, and I dug out a poem that fit the meter of the tune, and which I just knew would work.<\/p>\n<p>Alas, nobody heard it but me: the song never ended up in our repertory. I had a lot of trouble communicating the bouncy country feel of the tune, and in the run-through it sounded more like some kind of love-song ballad thing, which was exactly NOT what it was supposed to sound like&#8230; but it was too late, by that point, and the song ended up in the dustbin. The tune is still clear in my head, though.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Gord Sellar Wake up before dawn, and with any luck Out on the highway, we&#8217;re the only truck, Dust in tail-lights, We drive on through the night, Never see a light&#8230; But you know, it&#8217;s alright&#8230; And as the sun comes up, we finally stop, To get some coffee in a truck stop, The [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[19],"tags":[],"series":[],"class_list":["post-119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-songs"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6xIep-1V","amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":121,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119\/revisions\/121"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gordsellar.com\/texts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}