Old Man Luedecke - Hinterland текст песни

Hinterland by Old Man Luedecke
Taking all troubles through the downtown fields of wheat

Heart swells with strangeness of strangers on the street

To make love the city all I can do is eat

In revolving romance for the world at my feet



In spite of all the traffic we all know the good weather

I walk in childish clothing and dream of purple heather

Tweedy thrift store pockets full of poets I think never

Let a bit of poverty harden hearts to leather




I will find the Hinterland

One that feeds and grows

Keep to the outside that all men know

Fashion a crown out of dead grass and snow

I will find the Hinterland



I love lists of provisions of the gold rush men up North

What pure bread from fifty pounds of flour must come forth

I eat as much bacon and beans for what it might be worth

I need communion with hardship past for the asphalt on my earth